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AUTUMN  LEAVES 

FROM 

AN  EASTERN  MAPLE 

A  Collection  of  Songs  and  Verses 
for  the  Home  Folks 

BY         ;  \  \\i  i 
Mrs.  Lucina  Moon 


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Copyright  1922 
By  Mrs.  Lucina  Moon 

PACIFIC  UNION  COLLEGE  PRESS 
ST.  HELENA,  CALIF. 


'.  '• : .  •;  -  ["DEDICATION 

!  i  .;  ;':  .'T-Oi  ihe  memory 'pf  my  beloved  mother  who,  though 
'  '   aiieip'  these  mcmy  "yedrsi  yet  speaks  to  me  still  by  her  early 
prayers  and  counsel; 

TO  the  dear  friends  -who  have  helped  me  by  their  kind 
words  of  encouragement  and  assistance; 

cAnd  to  my  dear  young  people,  hoping  that  in  this 
modest  little  volume  they  may  find  some  "word  of  help  or  cheer 
which  shall  be  to  them  a  stepping-stone  to  the  higher  life,  and 
that  we  may  each  one  be  ready  to  answer  'when  the  "Home 
Call"  shall  sound; 

This  booklet  is  'Dedicated. 


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'Twas  New  Year's  morning,  and  the  sky  was  clouded 

And  still  o'er  all  a  robe  of  whiteness  shone, 
For  in  the  night  our  Father  spread  a  blanket 

O'er  field  and  forest  green  and  bushes  prone. 
O'er  muddy  places,  for  the  time  forgotten. 

Hie  frowning  crag,  the  tall  ferns  bending  low, 
Where  tender  hands  tucked  in  around  the  edges 

A  lovely  mantle  of  the  purest  snow. 

All  nature  on  that  morning  woke  rejoicing. 

For  how^  could  w^e  poor  mortals  fail  to  see 
The  emblem  of  pure  lives  writ  out  before  us. 

So  plainly  it  w^as  meant  for  you  and  me; 
A  robe  of  charity  spread  oe'r  our  failings, 

A  blessing  from  His  hands  we  all  may  know 
That,  scarred  by  sin,  unworthy  all  by  nature, 

We  may  at  last  be  cleansed  as  w^hite  as  snow^. 

I  wonder  if  the  children  in  the  homeland. 

And  they  who  now^  have  grown  to  manhood's  prime. 
Who  year  by  year  this  w^ondrous  magic  ponder 

Have  learned  its  lesson  in  the  w^inter  time. 
Here  where  so  seldom  come  beautious  snow-storms, 

A  blessing  follow^s  as  they  come  and  go. 
O  may  we  all  soon  learn  full  well  the  lesson 

So  kindly  given  in  the  spotless  snow. 

And  w^hen  w^ith  earth  the  sky  itself  seems  blending 

As  'round  us  eddy  snowflakes  in  the  air. 
They'll  be  to  us  a  type  of  joy  unending. 

The  bliss  and  purity  we'll  have  "up  there." 
And  though  so  soon  their  forms  shall  melt  and  vanish. 

Their  beauty  trodden  in  the  grime  below. 
Yet  in  our  thoughts  their  lesson  sweet  w^e'll  cherish 

And  ask  that  He  may  make  us  "white  as  snow." 

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■;>*iWv^up  S^iJpsi 


I  love  the  boys,  with  their  rush  and  noise, 

And  their  hearts  brimming  o'er  \vith  fun; 
And  their  hearty  shout  on  the  air  rings  out 

As  from  school  they  homeward  run. 
Such  a  romping,  rollicking  lot  of  boys, 

With  their  rosy  faces,  but  then 
We  must  alw^ays  remember,  in  spite  of  it  all. 

That  these  boys  of  ours  make  men. 

"What  shall  it  be  ?"    the  parents  ask, 

As  over  his  couch  they  bend. 

"Shall  he  carry  the  noble  burden  of  work 

For  others  till  time  shall  end  ? 
Or  shall  he  to  those  in  darkness 

Send  the  truth  with  tongue  or  pen?" 
We  must  always  remember  they  w^ill  grow  up, 

Our  boys  will  surely  make  men. 

Shall  a  life  of  pleasure  his  soul  beguile. 

With  no  thought  of  the  world's  great  need? 
Or  with  face  alight  with  heavenly  smile. 

Fill  his  life  w^ith  the  kindly  deed? 
There's  no  room  for  the  sluggard  or  trifler  now^. 

But  for  honest  boys,  and  then 
No  matter  where  their  ways  may  lead. 

We'll  be  glad  that  our  boys  made  men. 

There  are  many  thorns  for  the  little  feet. 

And  pitfalls  for  care-free  youth; 
There  are  sins  that  stick  in  the  human  heart, 

There  are  ways  of  goodness  and  truth. 
Which  road  shall  it  be?     The  road  of  despair? 

Or  the  road  of  purity?     Then 
We  shall  not  regret  though  the  years  will  fly, 

if  our  boys  make  noble  men. 

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TUNE;  MARYLAND,  MY  MARYLAND 

O  how  my  longing  heart  is  stirred 
By  thought  of  thee,  or  written  w^ord, 

0  how  I  long  to  see  again 

Thy  verdent  hills,  my  Michigan! 
Thy  mossy  banks  I  oft  have  pressed, 

In  dreams  I  see  them  once  again 
And  clasp  each  blossom  to  my  breast 

And  sing  of  thee,  my  Michigan. 

1  love  thy  w^oods,  thy  fields,  thy  dales, 
And  w^ild  flowers  blooming  in  thy  vales. 
Thy  sunny  slope,  and  darksome  fen, — 
These,  these  are  thine,  fair  Michigan! 

I  see  the  waving  corn-fields'  sheen, 

And  ripened  sheaves  the  reapers  glean. 

And  peace  and  plenty  smile  again 
Upon  thy  shores,  my  Michigan! 

The  storm-clouds  rise  with  angry  thrill. 
The  thunders  roar  from  hill  to  hill. 
And  mimic  rivers  through  the  glen 
Are  dashing  now^  in  Michigan. 
Though  winters  come  w^ith  coat  of  snow 

The  larder's  full,  and  barns  o'erflow; 
Though  winds  may  roar,  our  firesides  then 

Are  all  aglow^  in  Michigan. 

Thy  lakes  whose  waters  clear  and  bright 
Are  mirrors  still  by  day  or  night. 
Thy  rivers  winding  through  the  land 
All  speak  of  nature's  lavish  hand. 
And  though  upon  thy  bosom  pressed 

My  w^eary  feet  may  never  rest. 
My  longing  heart  will  turn  again 

And  sigh  for  thee,  dear  Michigan ! 


a5oing  J^ome  Cosetfier 

I  Cf)es(.  4:15=18 

There  will  be  such  joy  in  heaven 

When  the  saints  are  gathered  home, 
For  we'll  go  to  heav'n  together 

When  our  Saviour  bids  us  come; 
From  the  tombs  where  saints  are  sleeping 

Shall  arise  the  loved  of  yore 
From  the  valley  and  the  mountain; 

Death  can  never  hold  them  more. 

Where  the  mighty  billows  hid  them. 

Rocked  to  sleep  in  ocean's  breast, 
God  has  had  them  in  His  keeping, 

And  He  knows  their  place  of  rest; 
From  their  graves  we'll  see  them  rising. 

With  their  robes  so  white  and  fair; 
And  we  all  shall  meet  together, 

With  our  Saviour  in  the  air. 

Angels  flying  swiftly  earthward. 

Gladly  go  on  loving  quest. 
Bring  our  little  ones  now  sleeping. 

Lay  them  on  their  mother's  breast; 
So  we'll  see  our  deeur  ones  gathered, 

And  to  meet  them  we  shall  rise; 
Then  we'll  all  go  home  together 

To  the  flelds  of  Paradise. 

'Cfie  <l^xpettcir  OBuejit 

Often  as  I  set  the  table 

I  have  placed  an  extra  plate 

For  the  one  who  sometimes  cometh 
Though  his  coming  may  be  late. 

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Sometimes  comes  a  weary  pilgrim 
Worn  with  burdens  of  the  day, 

And  the  extra  plate  seems  cheering 
As  he  rests  beside  the  way. 

Sometimes  young  and  full  of  vigor, 
Far  from  friends  and  loved  ones'  cot, 

Still  they  come  and  at  our  table 
Find  an  ever  welcome  spot. 

Young  or  old,  it  does  not  matter; 

Just  the  need  of  homely  cheer 
Is  what  counts  around  our  table — 

All  they  get  by  coming  here. 

And  the  thought  to  me  seems  joyful 
That  though  plain  our  fare  may  be. 

The  dear  Master  when  He  cometh 
Owns,  "Ye  did  it  unto  Me." 

So  upon  our  table  often 

You  may  see  the  extra  plate; 

Rich  or  poor,  they're  always  welcome 
Come  they  soon  or  come  they  late. 

Protecteb 

How  many  times,  we  cannot  tell, 

God's  angels  intervene 
And  press  the  powers  of  darkness  back. 

While  they  step  in  betw^een. 

And  many  times  our  fates  w^ere  sealed. 

If  'twere  not  for  His  care. 
Which  holds  the  threatened  danger  off. 

Us  mortals  poor  to  spare. 

How  many  times,  God  only  knows; 

Our  times  are  in  His  hands, 
And  angels  watching  over  us 

Are  doing  His  commands. 


Come  listen  to  my  story,  little  children  one  and  all, 

I  will  tell  you  of  the  years  of  long  ago; 
Of  a  home  amid  the  wild-wood,  where  the  sugar- 
maples  tall 
Yield  sweets  that  those  whoVe  tasted  only  know. 
Where  the  stories  told  beside  the  fire  in  that  log  cabin 
home 
Held  memories  dear  to  those  who  listened  there; 
And  though  years  might  come  and  vanish,  still  we'd 
wrish  no  more  to  roam. 
But  would  gladly  meet  around  that  old  armchair. 

There  was  father  bright  and  happy  with  his  stores  of 
life  and  fun, 
And  our  gentle  mother  with  the  loving  face; 
And  the  children  did  the  group  complete  when  once 
the  wrork  w^as  done, 
And  we  gathered  in  the  same  accustomed  place. 
O,  then  we  sang  full  many  a  song  with  all  the  old  time 
vim 
Until  the  time  for  evening  prayer  and  rest. 
Then  in  the  dear  old  trundle-bed  our  mother  tucked 
us  in 
With  gentle  hands,  and  lips  on  forehead  pressed. 

Those  happy  days  have  passed  away,  but  ne'er  can  I 
forget 
That  gentle  touch  upon  my  lip  and  brow; 
The  loving  voice  which  taught  me  then,  its  memorieis 
linger  yet 
Though  frosts  of  age  my  hair  is  whitening  now. 
That  darling  mother  long  ago  was  laid  away  to  rest. 

But  o'er  my  life  a  radiant  light  is  shed 
When  mother  kissed  a  fond  good  night  and  clasped 
me  to  her  breast, 
Then  tucked  me  in  the  dear  old  trundle-bed. 

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<!^ur  jlflSountam  ^omt 


Years  ago  my  heart  was  yearning 

For  a  place  to  rest  my  feet; 
For  a  cot  where  night's  returning 
Brought  the  home  fire,  brightly  burning; 
And  w^here  kin,  earth's  pleasures  spurning. 

Sought  our  home  for  joys  so  sw^eet. 

And  one  day  my  prayer  w^as  offered 
To  the  One  whence  help  can  come; 

And  my  weary  feet  were  guided 

To  a  place  of  rest,  unchided, 

And  the  happy  hours  glided 
Softly  in  our  pleasant  home. 

Yes,  He  led  us  to  the  mountains. 

Out  from  weariness  to  rest; 
Led  us  w^here  sw^eet  flow^ers  were  blooming. 
Wild  birds,  too,  their  love-notes  crooning. 
And  grand  waterfalls  were  booming. 

To  the  place  we  love  the  best. 

Yonder  lies  a  quiet  valley 

Hedged  around  by  giant  hills; 
Canyon  deep,  w^ith  ferns  and  mosses. 
Where  the  sunlight  scarcely  crosses. 
And  the  limpid  w^ater  tosses, 

Sparkling  in  a  thousand  rills. 

And  close  by  a  humble  cottage 
Meurks  the  place  we  call  our  home; 

All  around  sweet  flow^ers  are  springing. 

Nature's  charms  forever  bringing. 

And  each  day  my  heart  is  singing. 
And  I  wish  no  more  to  roam. 

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Comfort 


"Let  not  your  hearts  be  troubled," 

We  hear  the  Master  say 
As  down  the  rugged  pathway 

We  press  our  weary  way. 
And  hearts  bowed  down  with  sorrow 

Can  see  the  silver  sheen 
All  lightened  with  His  glory, 

Though  dark  clouds  intervene. 

**ril  come  agadn,"  the  Master, 

To  His  disciples  said, 
"To  quickly  change  the  living, 

And  awake  the  sleeping  dead. 
In  clouds  of  brightest  glory. 

Attended  by  the  train 
Of  all  the  holy  angels, 

I'll  surely  come  again." 

We  place  the  silent  sleepers 

Within  their  lowly  bed; 
We  cover  up  the  casket, 

While  bows  the  drooping  head; 
We  mark  each  tiny  grass-mound. 

And  leave  them  there  to  wEiit, 
But  knowing  He  who  careth 

Will  surely  come,  though  late. 

A  little  moment  only 

Shall  death  in  triumph  reign. 
When  with  a  shout  of  rapture 

Our  Lord  will  come  again. 
O,  then  in  joyful  greeting 

We'll  clasp  our  loved  once  more. 
And  sin  and  death  forever 

Shall  vanish  from  that  shore. 

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Sometimes  the  night  seems  dark. 

Groping  I  go; 
Dangers  surround  my  way, 

And  clouds  bend  low; 
But  hark!  a  loving  voice 

Whispers  to  me, 
"Trust  me,  O  lonely  one. 

Thy  path  I  see." 

1  do  not  know  the  way. 

Unless  He  guide. 
And  trusting  Him  each  day. 

No  ills  betide. 
Unless  He  seeth  best; 

His  love  so  dear, 
Guides  me  each  lonely  hour; 

He*s  always  near. 

And  when  temptations  come. 

As  come  they  must, 
He  leaves  me  not  alone. 

For  Him  1  trust. 
Through  sickness,  doubt,  and  fear 

His  hand  holds  me; 
So  through  life's  devious  ways 

His  child  rd  be. 

And  though  the  darkness  come. 

Trusting  Him  still, 
I'll  rest  content  in  Him, 

Doing  His  will. 
Though  Christ  I  cannot  see,  , 

He  holds  my  hand, 
And  when  the  morning  breaks, 

I'll  understand. 

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TUNE:  MARYLAND,  MY  MARYLAND 

My  Father's  home  is  fair  and  bright, 
No  winters  chill  or  summers  blight, 
No  sickness,  sorrow,  grief  or  pains 
Can  reach  the  place  where  Jesus  reigns; 

And  w^hen  upon  thy  shore  1  stand 
And  thrills  my  soul  w^ith  glad  delight 
rU  join  with  angels  pure  and  bright 

And  sing  of  thee,  my  heaven  land. 

With  wondrous  love  the  Saviour  came 
To  this  lost  race  in  sin  and  shame; 
He  lived  that  w^e  His  life  might  see. 
He  died  that  w^e  might  ransomed  be; 

And  when  upon  the  cloud  so  grand 
His  form  is  seen,  so  radiant  then, 
Hell  surely  say,  "IVe  come  again, 

To  take  you  home  to  heaven  land." 

Old  earth's  dark  night  will  soon  be  past. 
And  Eden's  bloom  will  come  at  last; 
The  pearly  gates  w^ill  open  w^ide 
And  in  God's  presence  we'll  abide; 

And  as  I  clasped  some  loved  one's  hand, 
As  happy  days  glide  gently  by 
Without  a  tear  or  doubt  or  sigh, 

I'll  talk  of  thee,  my  heaven  land. 

O  Father,  grant  my  earnest  plea, 
That  those  whom  thou  hast  given  me 
Thine  own  shall  be  in  that  great  day. 
When  sin  and  death  shall  pass  away; 

And  when  before  thy  throne  I  stand. 
And  clasp  my  loved  ones  to  my  heart, 
Where  dear  ones  never  more  shall  part. 

Thy  praise  we'll  sing  in  heaven  land. 

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"Tell  me  stowies,"  lisped  the  toddlers, 
As  they  climbed  upon  my  knee; 

"Tell  us  'bout  the  manger  Baby 
When  He  was  a  child  like  me." 

So  I  told  the  old,  old  story 

Of  the  Babe  of  Bethlehem, 
How  w^ithin  a  manger  lying 

He  was  sought  by  w^ise  old  men; 

How  their  precious  gifts  they  offered 
To  the  babe  w^ho  slumbered  there. 

And  their  meed  of  praise  was  proffered 
To  the  Child  so  sweet  and  fair. 

And  I  told  them  how  the  shepherds, 
As  they  watched  their  flocks  by  night. 

Heard  the  blessed  angel's  message 
Telling  them  of  Christ  our  light. 

Who  should  bring  to  us  redemption 
From  our  load  of  grief  and  sin; 

And  by  Him  a  door  was  opened. 
All  w^ho  w^ould  might  enter  in; 

How  they  hastened  then  to  find  Him 
Where  the  angels  bade  them  go; 

And  they  praised  their  heavenly  Father 
When  they  found  these  things  were  so. 

Then  I  told  them  how  an  angel 
Said  to  Joseph,  "Haste,  arise! 

Flee  to  Egypt,  for  there's  danger 
Lurking  'neath  your  native  skies." 

So  they  hastened  to  the  refuge 

Pointed  out  by  angel  voice; 
And  though  fleeing,  yet  His  watch-care 

Ever  made  their  hearts  rejoice. 

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All  the  way  from  youth  to  manhood. 
How  we  loved  His  life  to  trace! 

Of  the  miracles  I  told  them, 

And  His  wondrous  love  and  grace. 

But  the  best  of  all,  the  children 

Loved  the  tales  of  Galilee, 
Where  Christ  called  the  lusty  fishers 

His  disciples  there  to  be ; 

And  the  story  of  the  tempest. 

How  He  stilled  the  mighty  wave 

When  from  sleep  He  w^as  aw^akened, 
His  disciples'  lives  to  save; 

And  one  day  when  tired  and  w^eary. 

Sitting  on  the  mountain  side. 
How  the  mothers  brought  their  children. 

Craved  His  help  their  feet  to  guide. 

How  they  loved  the  stories  told  them 
Of  the  Saviour's  love  and  care. 

When  He  blessed  the  little  children 
Who  were  brought  before  Him  there. 

And  he  clasped  them  to  His  bosom — 
Little  children,  bowing  low — 

While  He  laid  His  hands  upon  them. 
Blessed  them,  for  He  loved  them  so. 

And  He  said,**Allow  the  children, 
And  forbid  them  not  to  come; 

For  of  such  as  these  my  kingdom. 
Help  them  reach  my  happy  home." 

And  at  last  the  sad,  sad  story 

Of  the  cross  of  Calvary,  too ; 
How  He  prayed  for  those  who  slew  Him, 

"For  they  know  not  what  they  do." 

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Our  dear  Lord  is  now  arisen 

From  the  grave,  and  lives  again. 

From  His  home  in  highest  heaven. 
He  is  pleading  still  for  men. 

But  before  He  went,  He  told  them: 

"Be  not  troubled,  sons  of  men. 
To  prepare  for  you  I'm  going, 

And  I'll  surely  come  again." 

Childish  eyes  grew  bright  with  wonder 

As  I  told  these  words  of  cheer. 
Let  us  each  prepare  to  meet  Him, 

For  His  coming  now  draws  near. 

'^0  a  Jifesiionarp'g  2?ribe 

[TO  I.  L.  J.] 

Out  from  thy  home  sweet  and  tender 

Go  you  a  bride  today; 
Out  and  aw^ay  from  the  dear  ones. 

Nor  can  we  bid  thee  stay. 

Go,  for  the  call  of  the  Master 

Bids  you  to  seek  and  to  save! 
Go  with  the  one. whom  thou  lovest, 

Go,  for  God*s  Son  He  gave. 

Bind  up  the  broken-hearted. 

Hasten  the  call  to  heed; 
Say  to  the  heavy-laden, 

We  have  a  rest  indeed. 

Go,  and  may  God  be  with  you. 

And  when  the  victory's  w^on, 
Ma>  you  have  gained  sheaves  for  the  Master, 

And  hear  the  glad  "Well  done." 

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'Ctie  Part  o'  Hje  Wa^i 

I  saw  a  stricken  mother  bend 

Low  o'er  her  babe  w^ith  anguished  brow, 
A  whispered  prayer  to  heaven  send 

For  strength  to  bear  what  comes, — e'en  now 
I  see  the  color  fade  and  go, 

The  sweet  eyes  close,  while  still  she  prays; 
And  then  I  whisper  sad  and  low, 

"Thou'st  come  to  the  part  o'  the  ways." 

And  one  I  saw  in  early  youth 

Leave  parents  kind,  the  w^orld  to  roam; 
With  heart  brimful  of  love  and  true 

To  make  his  way  he  leaves  his  home; 
His  sheltered  childhood  left  behind, 

He  thinks  e'en  in  these  early  days, 
"The  world  is  bright,  and  1  shall  find 

Much  joy  at  the  part  o*  the  ways-" 

Says  one  w^ho  long  the  world  had  tried 

And  found  its  gains  like  bubbles  fair. 
Its  joy  elusive,  "Woe  betide 

The  one  who  trusts  its  baleful  snare.'* 
Footsore  and  weary  lone  and  sad, 

"Take  all  you've  given," — His  head  he  lays 
On  mother  earth's  fond  breast,  so  glad 

He's  come  to  the  part  o*  the  ways. 

O  in  this  gladsome  hour  of  spring. 

When  pleasure  lures  and  beckons  you 
To  join  in  folly's  Maddening  sw^ing, 

To  early  precepts,  O  be  true! 
That  when  the  time — as  come  it  must — 

Shall  come  to  you  at  end  of  days. 
Your  heart  can  safely  in  Him  truat. 

Who  led  at  the  part  o'  the  ways. 

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Toyon  berries  by  the  roadside 

Promise  give  of  Christmas  cheer; 
Forest  trees  in  brown  and  golden 

Speak  of  winter  almost  here; 
Squirrels  frisk  and  birds  fly  swiftly 

Gathering  up  their  winter  store; 
E'en  the  chipmunks,  saucy  fellows. 

Seem  to  say,  "The  summer's  o'er." 

Fragrant  pine  and  manzanita, 

And  the  graceful  fir  trees  tall. 
Grand  madrone  and  rugged  live-oak, 

Cheer  me,  for  I  love  them  all. 
Far  below  us  stretch  the  valleys 

Robed  this  morn  in  pearly  white. 
Like  the  billows  of  the  ocean 

With  their  whitecaps  soft  and  bright. 

Here  and  there  as  on  we  journey, 

From  the  mist  the  heads  arise 
Of  the  low^er  range  of  mountains. 

Peering  upward  toward  the  skies. 
And  in  fancy  I  look  dow^nward 

On  old  ocean's  romp  and  roar, 
And  I  seem  to  see  strong  sw^immers 

Batding  hard  to  reach  the  shore. 

But  as  down  the  road  we're  winding, 

Lost  is  dream  of  swimmer  bold; 
For  the  scene  is  ever  changing. 

Open  glade  or  mountain  hold. 
Till  at  last  my  tired  palfrey 

Slow  descends  to  valley's  rim. 
And  a  wondrous  panorama 

Greets  my  eyes,  no  clouds  to  dim. 

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Just  before  to  chgurm  the  vision 

Stretches  out  the  changeful  scene. 
Lowly  cot  and  goodly  mansion, 

While  green  meadows  lie  between; 
And  at  eve  as  homeward  wending 

Up  the  mountain's  grand  old  height. 
Purple  haze  enwrapping  valley 

Seems  to  breathe  a  soft  "good  night." 

Tis  a  saying  of  old  unfailing  and  true 

"Let  us  do  with  our  might  what  our  hands  find  to  do," 

For  this  is  the  work  time,  no  other  I'll  see 

That  can  bring  such  rich  blessings  to  me. 

The  world's  harvest  waits,  while  the  dreamers  sleep  on. 

Unmindful  that  many  to  ruin  have  gone 

Who  might  have  been  saved  had  he  waked  to  this 

thought, 
And  no  half-hearted  service  had  wrought. 

There  is  joy  in  the  service  of  doing  our  best. 
There  are  great  opportunities  waiting  our  quest; 
Let  this  be  our  motto  as  long  as  we  live, 
"No  half-hezurted  service  I'll  give." 

The  "loud  cry"  is  sounding.     The  ranks  let  us  fill! 
Hasten  on,  looking  upward,  each  doing  His  wrilll 
There  are  evils  to  shun,  but  a  heaven's  in  view. 
And  naught  but  true  service  will  do. 

With  a  steady  persistence,  press  on  toward  the  gates; 
For  beyond  them  the  joy  of  eternity  waits. 
And  the  ones  whom  the  King  in  His  beauty  shall  see 
No  half-hearted  Christians  will  be. 

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3!  Clnoto  /^ot 

I  know  not,  Lord,  how  dark  the  night 
Through  which  my  feet  may  grope; 

But  this  I  know^,  Thou  art  my  light, 
Thy  word  my  only  hope. 

I  know^  not.  Lord,  the  devious  paths 
O'er  which  my  way  may  tend ; 

But  this  I  know,  thy  w^ord  is  sure; 
ThouUt  keep  me  to  the  end. 

I  know  not.  Lord,  what  I  can  do 
To  haste  this  message  sw^eet; 

But,  Lord,  I  consecrate  my  all. 
And  rest  in  thee,  complete. 

And  then  w^hate'er  Thou  hast  for  me 

Of  changes,  I'll  abide. 
In  storm  or  calm,  in  shade  or  sun. 

Safe  sheltered  by  Thy  side. 

And  when  the  sheaves  are  garnered  in, 

And  Thou,  my  Lord,  dost  come. 
May  I  be  numbered  with  the  blest 
Who  hear  the  glad  "Well  done." 


M  String  of  Pearl? 

Thou  sawest  me  a  little  babe 

When  life  began  on  Time's  rough  sea. 
And  thou  dids't  hear  my  first  faint  cry, 

O  heart  of  love,  and  cared'st  for  me; 
My  soul  from  tiny  atom  spoke, 
And  in  Thy  book  my  members  wrote. 

Psalms  139:16 

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A  child  so  full  of  faults  was  I, 

And  early  orphaned;  who  could  be 

A  friend  to  guide  my  steps  aright? — 
No  other  friend  so  good  as  He 

Who  hears  the  ravens  when  they  cry, 

Nor  lack  they  aught  who  to  him  fly. 

Psalms  147:9 

Through  gloom  of  night  my  cry  arose 

To  Him  who  rules.     The  way  seemed  dark. 

No  hand  outstretched  to  aid  seemed  near. 
No  mother's  love,  the  thorns  were  sharp ; 

Though  father,  mother,  thee  forsake. 

The  Lord  thy  cause  will  undertake. 

Psalms  27:10 

Years  pass,  and  earthly  pleasures  lure 

And  beckon  on  in  ways  of  sin 
Till,  lo,  a  voice  from  out  the  night 

Whispers,  "O  let  thy  Saviour  in." 
When  Satan  caused  my  feet  to  slide 
The  Lord  was  listening  when  I  cried. 

Psalms  94:18 

Temptations  strong  may  to  us  come; 

Close  sheltered  by  the  Rock  we  hide; 
No  storm  can  wreck  or  tempest  drown 

If  close  w^e  stay  at  his  dear  side; 
Tempted  and  tried  that  we,  through  Him 
May  help  to  save  lost  souls  from  sin. 

1  Peter  2:21;  Heb.  2:18 

Now^,  as  the  darkening  shadow^s  fall. 

Through  storm  or  calm,  where'er  I  rove, 
O'er  desert  drear  or  mountain  wild, 

1  feel  Thy  hand  and  know  Thy  love, 
Thy  ioving  kindness,  O,  so  free. 
And  with  that  love  Thou  drawest  me. 

Jer.  31:3 
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Bt  Ci)c  M^^ttfi  iFcet 

There  is  work  and  toil  in  the  day's  hard  moil, 

And  time  rolls  faster  and  faster; 
But  the  day  is  blest  when  the  evening's  rest 

Is  spent  at  the  feet  of  the  Master. 

O  the  wear  and  tear  of  the  load  of  care 

That  so  many  bear  in  their  anguish! 
Could  they  know  their  Guide  as  He  walks  beside, 

No  more  in  sorrow^  they'd  languish. 

O  how  sweet  the  day,  when  beside  the  rough  way 
Are  some  w^e  can  help  w^hile  w^e  cheer  them; 

Though  our  ow^n  courage  lacks,  w^e  have  not  on  our 
backs 
A  load,  for  there's  One  who  will  bear  them. 

So  as  onward  we  go  'mid  the  rain  or  the  snow. 
Through  drought  and  all  kinds  of  weather. 

No  storm  will  we  fear,  while  the  Master  is  near, 
And  the  desert  is  blooming  with  heather. 

And  though  dark  shadows  come,  we  are  nearing  our 
home. 

Though  clouds  gather  thicker  and  faster; 
Still  the  joy  will  be  sweet,  when  at  His  blessed  feet 

We  shall  lay  down  our  sheaves  for  the  Master. 

Compensiation 

Sometimes  my  heart  is  sad  and  weary 

Of  this  world  of  sin; 
I  long  for  that  bright  home  where  sorrow 

Cannot  enter  in; 
And  then  the  thought  comes  softly  stealing. 

If  we  faithful  prove. 
We  soon  shall  enter  bliss  immortal. 

Crowned  with  Jesus'  love. 

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Chorus  : 

We  long  to  see  Him  coming; 

We'll  watch  and  work  and  pray; 
We'll  faithful  prove  the  Saviour's  love. 

Then  praise  through  endless  day. 
Sometimes  a  cloud  of  darkness  hovers 

O'er  our  w^eary  way, 
And  like  a  pall  shuts  out  the  sunlight 

Of  earth's  brightest  day; 
Yet  every  cloud  that  thus  enfolds  us, 

Is  for  help  allowed — 
A  silver  lining  shines  the  brightest 

'Neath  the  darkest  cloud. 
Then  let  us  fix  our  thoughts  on  heaven, 

And  the  glories  there. 
Our  lamps  well  trimmed  and  brightly  burning 

With  a  radiance  fair. 
We'll  help  to  lift  our  fallen  brothers 

And  our  sisters  dear, 
And  then  with  them  we'll  greet  our  Saviour 

When  he  shall  appear. 

Higlft  Comet!) 

On  a  sick-bed  low,  in  a  cottage  lone, 

Where  the  wind  and  the  rain  are  beating, 
I  lie  and  look  at  the  dark,  dark  clouds, 

And  watch  the  rain's  white  sheeting. 
And  lo,  in  the  w^est  a  strip  appears 

Of  the  Eizure  blue  of  heaven. 
And  the  storm-king  flies  before  the  breeze 

As  a  ship  by  tempest  driven. 
So  it  may  be  now,  though  the  clouds  seem  dark. 

And  the  way  seems  dreary  ever, 
Still  the  light  may  come,  and  my  life  flow  on 

Like  a  bright  and  shining  river. 

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^ije  <!5reat  Consiumation 

"aULD  LANG  SYNE*   REVISED 

O  weary  ones,  lift  up  your  heads, 

Salvations  near  at  hand; 
The  Saviour  soon  with  open  arms 

Shall  greet  His  faithful  band. 
Then  troubles  deep  and  trials  sore 

Our  souls  shall  not  oppress. 
But  life  immortal,  joys  untold. 

Shall  then  our  spirits  bless. 
Chorus:       Then  hail  our  glorious  coming  Lord, 

Ye  saints.  His  praises  sing. 
We'll  greet  Him  soon,  if  faithful  here; 

All  hail,  our  coming  King! 
O  lonely  ones,  your  vision  cast 

On  yonder  bright  abode. 
Where  Jesus  lives  to  intercede 

For  His  precious  blood. 
For  very  soon  the  angel  band 

With  Jesus  as  their  head 
Will  come  to  change  the  living  and 

To  w^ake  the  sleeping  dead. 
No  longer  lonely  and  oppressed, 

No  more  of  sighs  and  tears. 
But  Jesus  comes,  the  one  who  died 

And  lives  through  endless  years. 
O  shout  for  joy,  ye  sons  of  men. 

Our  Saviour's  coming  soon! 
Get  ready  now  to  meet  your  Lord 

And  cast  aw^ay  all  gloom. 
The  ones  who  soon  in  peace  shall  meet 

Their  glorious  coming  Lord 
In  robes  of  righteousness  shall  shine. 

Their  lives  of  one  accord; 
Upon  their  lips  no  guile  is  found, 

All  spotless,  pure  and  bright; 
They  wait  salvation  from  above. 

Redemption  from  earth's  night. 
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Motiftvkii 


No  one  lists  to  hear  the  footsteps 

As  they  patter  down  the  hall, 
No  one  watches  as  the  sunshine 

Throws  its  shadows  on  the  wall, 
No  one  talks  to  us  at  eventime 

And  smoothes  each  sleepy  head, 
For  the  one  w^ho  used  to  care  for  us  is  dead. 


No  one  comes  to  us  and  helps  us 
When  the  load  seems  hard  to  bear, 

There  is  no  one  like  a  mother 
On  this  earth  our  w^oes  to  share, 

And  no  gentle  voice  like  mother's 
Warns  us  when  we  go  astray 

And  so  kindly  points  us  to  the  better  way. 


But  her  loving  face  has  vanished 

And  my  heart  is  sad  tonight, 
For  I  miss  her  loving  hand-touch 

And  her  step  so  soft  and  light; 
And  the  years  stretch  out  so  wearily 

Since  she  w^as  laid  aw^ay, 
And  I  miss  her  gentle  voice  the  livelong  day. 


When  the  morning  breaks  in  heaven 

I  shall  see  my  mother's  face; 
There  will  be  no  veil  between  us 

In  that  holy,  happy  place; 
And  the  clouds  that  darkened  all  my  life 

Shall  never  grieve  me  then. 
And  I'll  have  my  darling  mother  back  again. 


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31ust  Writt  a  Hetter  #ome 

The  children  all  are  scattered 

Who  round  our  board  each  day, 
A  merry  group  were  gathered. 

And  time  drags  slow  away. 
For  now  no  more  their  faces 

Around  our  hearthstone  come; 
So  oft  the  word  goes,  "Children  dear, 

Do  write  a  letter  home." 

The  mother  says,  "Just  hitch  up. 

And  soon  I'll  ready  be, 
For  we  shall  get  a  letter, 

It  surely  seems  to  me; 
For  many  days  have  flitted 

Since  news  to  us  has  come; 
Tm  sure  did  they  but  think,  they'd  try 

To  write  a  letter  home." 

He  hastes  w^ith  look  so  anxious 
To  meet  her  on  the  way, 

"And  did  you  get  the  letters 

We've  looked  for  many  a  day?" 
"Not  one  " — with  face  so  sober, 
"I  thought,  some  new^s  w^ould  come; 

I'll  w^rite  again  and  tell  them  how^ 
We  long  for  them  at  home." 

If  they  could  see  the  sadness, 

'Twould  move  them  at  the  sight, 
'Tw^ould  stop  the  hands  so  busy, 

And  they'd  take  time  to  write. 
Their  steps  are  growing  slower, 

The  time  w^ill  surely  come 
When  you'll  be  glad  if  you'v  not  failed 

To  write  to  those  at  home. 

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Cf)e  O^arben  m  ifact  anb  ifancj^ 

Come  out  in  the  garden,  dearie, 

Let  me  show  you  around; 
Here  where  the  flowers  are  blooming. 

List  to  the  musical  sound 
Of  humming-birds  flying  swiftly, 

See  the  lilies  bend  low. 
Hear  campanula  bells  tinkle 

Softly,  as  onw^ard  w^e  go. 

Look  at  these  border-pink  blossoms — 

Pick  a  bouquet  if  you  will — 
There  w^here  the  merry  bees  gather 

Busily  getting  their  fill. 
Stop  at  that  row  of  carnations; 

Sw^eet  is  their  fragrance  1  know^. 
This  is  the  young  people's  verdict, 

"Sweetest  of  flowers  that  grow." 

Petunias,  those  are,  and  so  hardy, 

So  winsome  and  constant,  you  see 
They  bloom  in  the  shine  or  in  shadow; 

Like  them,  ever  faithful  I'd  be. 
And  pansies  lift  up  their  bright  faces, 

Most  roguish  of  flowers  are  they; 
Their  saucy  heads  nodding  and  beck'ning 

Reminds  one  of  children  at  play. 

Do  see  that  long  row^  of  iris! 
In  royal  colors  are  they, 

Standing  like  true  knights  and  loyal 
Each  dressed  in  a  kingly  array. 

Hollyhocks  here,  of  all  colors- 
How  could  we  slight  them  so  long! 

For  in  an  old-fashioned  garden 
Surely  these  flowers  belong. 

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Gaillardias  flaunt  their  bright  colors 

An  ear  to  my  kitchen  door, 
And  roses  their  fragrance  blending 

With  all  the  dear  flowers  of  yore. 
So  we  shall  see  them  in  fancy 

For  many  have  faded  and  gone, 
And  only  in  mem'ry  they'll  greet  me. 

So  cheerful  at  early  dawn. 


Hlmosit  ^omt 

Do  you  know  the  night  is  coming, 

Night  of  sin  and  bitter  woe. 
When  you  see  the  daylight  failing 

And  you  know  not  where  to  go? 
Can  you  read  the  signs  portending 

That  the  hour  is  drawing  near 
When  our  bark  will  cast  its  anchor? — 

Soon  the  Master  will  appear. 

Do  you  hear  the  voice  which  calls  you 

Pleading  now  in  tender  love? 
Come  w^hile  mercy's  gate  is  open. 

Set  your  heart  on  things  above. 
For  the  things  of  earth  will  vanish 

All  will  fade  and  pass  away. 
But  the  love  of  God  is  faithful 

And  endures  through  endless  day. 

Though  we  hear  the  billows  roaring 

'Round  us  on  the  sea  of  life, 
We  can  know  He'll  guide  us  ever 

Through  the  storm  and  through  the  strife. 
If  w^e  put  our  trust  in  Jesus, 

Love  and  trust  Him  more  and  more. 
Soon  we'll  leave  earth's  cares  and  sorrows 
And  we'll  reach  the  heavenly  shore. 

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^omtiitk 


Far,  far  away  in  the  land  of  my  birth. 

Thought  in  fancy  strays 

Where  the  woodland  shadow^  plays. 
Though  I  have  wandered  so  far  o'er  the  esurth 

Spending  many  weary  days, 
Music  of  the  fields  is  calling  me  to  come; 

Autumn's  tinged  the  leaves  in  my  childhood's 
happy  home; 

Fain  would  I  go  thy  dear  pathways  to  roam 
Sheltered  from  life's  busy  hum. 


When  death's  dark  shadow  my  young  life  o'ercast. 

Quick  to  nature's  heart 

I  fled  from  earth  apart. 
She  with  soft  breezes  my  hot  cheek  caressed 

Soothing  me  with  gentlest  art. 
Softly  cooing  notes  of  the  songster  in  the  glade, 

Murm'ring  of  the  leaves  where  squirrels  romped 
and  played. 

Breath  of  the  wood  where  the  sweet  violet  hid. 
All  to  nature  lent  their  aid. 


So  when  the  shadows  around  me  do  steal 

Quickly  my  thoughts  do  stray 

To  the  woodland  far  away, 
Longing  once  more  at  thy  dear  shrine  to  kneel 

As  in  childhood's  happy  day. 
Oh,  when  shades  of  evening  around  my  life 
are  cast 

Calling  me  to  rest  from  my  burden  or  my  task 

On  thy  fond  bosom,  my  longing  all  past. 
Sweetly  may  I  sleep  at  last. 

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Mv  ^naxhian  Hngel 


In  childhood's  day  our  mother's  love 

Sheltered  her  nestlings  from  the  wrong, 
Shielded,  corrected,  guided  true. 

Lightened  our  days  with  happy  song; 
And  though  our  wayward  feet  oft  stayed 

From  paths  serene  in  pleasure's  quest. 
My  mother's  voice  in  accents  mild 

Would  say," My  child,  this  way  is  best." 

In  youth's    fleet  time  no  mother's  hand 

Was  left  to  guide  on  life's  rough  way, 
And  voice  of  siren  urged  my  steps. 

Luring  in  the  paths  from  right  to  stray. 
My  guardian  angel  oft  w^ould  come 

And  point  my  eyes  to  home  of  rest 
And  gently  take  my  hand  and  say, 

"This  way,  this  way  is  always  best." 

While  yet  adow^n  the  path  I  trod. 

Pleasures  of  earth  my  w^ay  beset 
Till  thoughts  of  heaven  seemed  banished  quite 

Amid  the  whirl,  could  I  forget? 
Ah  no,  the  voice  in  tender  tones 

Spoke  of  a  haven  w^here  is  rest 
And  then  of  chasm  escaped  and  said, 

"The  upward  way  is  always  best." 

The  way  is  long,  my  weary  feet 

Have  often  stumbled,  and  my  heart 
Has  often  bled  with  arrows  pierced. 

Still,  striving  to  do  well  my  part, 
I  onward  press,  though  round  me  lie 

Sin's  pitfalls  which  my  soul  distressed 
For  angel  guide  still  whispers  low, 

"This  w^ay,  this  way  is  always  best." 

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And  when  yon  skies  shall  open  wide 

As  upward  turns  my  raptured  gaze 
And  thousands  of  th'  angelic  host 

Shall  thrill  my  soul  w^ith  glad  amaze. 
And  in  their  midst  my  Saviour's  form 

Be  met  in  glory  by  the  blest. 
My  guardian  angel  then  will  say, 

"This  way  brings  joy  and  endless  rest.' 


33n  tfje  S^oofes 

An  idle  word,  by  random  dropped 

I  fain  would  call  it  back ; 
But  it  is  gone  and  other  ones 

Still  flocking  on  its  track. 
O  angel,  with  the  pen  of  fire. 

How^  many  idle  w^ords 
Have  been  set  dow^n  against  my  name. 

Thy  book  of  truth  records! 

And  angry  w^ords,  a  solemn  train, 

And  bitter  sinful  ones. 
Till  black  the  list  grows  as  I  gaze; 

My  ow^n  undoing  comes. 
The  angel's  eyes  seem  sad,  but  still 

His  records  faithful  keep. 
Nothing  left  out,  a  fearful  list 

With  which  my  God  to  meet. 

O  heavenly  Father,  for  His  sake 

Who  died  for  sinful  me. 
My  w^icked  w^ords,  my  every  act 

Of  dark  iniquity, 
Blot  from  Thy  books,  and  in  their  place 

Write  "Pardoned,"  O  my  God! 
Then  shall  I  feel,  not  guilt,  but  grace, 

Saved  by  His  precious  blood. 

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O^nlp  M  Cramp 

Only  a  tramp,  a  poor  old  tramp. 

Wounded  to  death  he  lay, 
While  the  train  went  by  with  rush  and  roar. 

Hurrying  on  its  way. 

Tenderly  lift  the  broken  form. 

And  smooth  the  hair  from  his  brow; 

Remember  a  mother  once  fondled  the  hands 
So  cold  and  pulseless  now. 

Only  a  tramp,  yet  we  cannot  know 

The  w^ays  that  his  feet  have  trod. 
Temptation's  fierce  power  that  brought  him  here, 

Dead  on  the  roadway  sod. 

Some  day  a  reckoning  time  w^ill  come, 

Heart-secrets  will  come  to  light, 
And  it  may  be  then  his  record  shall  stand 

Not  sinful,  but  pure  and  w^hite. 

Lay  him  aw^ay,  and  drop  a  tear 

For  the  mother  we  have  not  known; 

Scatter  some  flow^ers  upon  his  bier, 
And  silently  leave  him  alone. 

To  sleep  and  rest  till  the  trump  shall  call; 

On  earth's  loving  breast  to  lie. 
With  the  verdant  woodland  leaves  for  a  pall. 

And  over  him  bending  the  sky. 

Spring  time's  coming,  see  the  bulblets 

Lift  their  dainty  heads  and  smile, 
All  the  woods  are  full  of  music 

And  our  hearts  are  glad  the  while. 

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Ccsteb 


The  year  had  been  a  trial  time 

With  accidents  and  sickness, 
No  crop  was  ours  at  harvest  time, 

Nor  purse  of  any  thickness, 
And  duns  were  coming,  not  a  few, 

And  naught  had  we  to  pay  with; 
And  though  for  us  plain  fare  would  do. 

Our  stock  had  naught  to  stay  w^ith. 

'  'Tis  surely  looking  desperate," 

I  thought  at  early  w^aking; 
There's  One  our  cause  will  undertake, 

And  then  my  Bible  taking, 
I  turn  and  read  His  promise  sure; 

He  w^ho  on  God  relieth 
Shall  know  his  watch-care  shall  endure. 

Who  all  our  need  supplieth. 

And  sure  enough  the  w^herew^ithall 

Was  given  us  w^hen  needed. 
And  so  I  knew  He  heard  my  call 

And  all  my  cries  were  heeded. 
But,  like  His  people  long  ago 

My  faith  He  surely  tested. 
Then  manna  sent  us  here  below 

Until  in  Him  I  rested. 

But  winter  storms  were  cold  and  chill, 

And  cot  had  seams  a  plenty 
Through  which  wind  whistled  at  its  will 

And  granery  was  empty. 
The  need  was  great,  my  strength  so  small; 

His  word  came  then  to  try  me, 
Lo,  through  His  strength  I  can  do  all; 

His  grace  will  help,  supply  me. 

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So,  as  I  go  from  day  to  day 

A  feast  is  spread  before  me. 
And  as  I  journey  on  my  way 

His  loving  hand  is  o'er  me. 
Thus,  He  to  me  His  kindness  shows. 

My  pathway  grows  the  clearer. 
For  all  our  need  He  surely  knows 

And  heaven  itself  is  nearer. 


TUNE:  COME  THOU  FOUNT 

List  the  notes  of  joy  and  gladness, 

Signs  foretell  the  Lord  is  near. 
Banish  every  thought  of  sadness. 

Silence  every  doubt  and  fear; 
Long  has  been  the  night  of  darkness, 

Long  our  hearts  been  filled  with  dread; 
Soon  the  Saviour's  voice  resounding 

Calls  the  living,  wakes  the  dead. 

Hasten  on,  O  day  of  brightness! 

Help  us,  Lord,  our  work  to  do, 
That  in  purest  robes  of  whiteness 

We  be  found,  when  called  to  go; 
Lest  our  weary  feet  should  falter. 

Keep  us.  Lord,  from  day  to  day; 
Never  let  our  courage  languish, 

Guide  us  in  the  narrow  way. 


Beauteous  clouds  of  dainty  hue. 

Sail,  fairy  ships,  in  heaven's  own  blue. 

Sail  on,  your  message  sweet  to  bear 
To  all  the  people  everywhere. 

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tope 

[TO   E.  AND   H.] 

A  tiny  blossom  loaned  a  little  while, 

A  gem  of  priceless  worth  to  mortals  given. 

Another  babe,  whose  love  the  hours  begile, 
Is  from  the  parent  arms  so  quickly  riven. 

We  lay  it  gently  in  its  narrow  bed, 

Bedew  with  tears  each  blossom  overstrewn 

And  leave  it  for  the  angel  w^atchers  there. 
Yes,  faithfully  they'll  guard  the  silent  tomb. 

Oh  mother,  weep  not  o'er  the  loved  one  gone 
Who  w^as  called  to  rest  in  infancy  so  sw^eet. 

The  sin  and  toil  and  dangers  of  life's  path 
Has  now  escaped.     Low  rest  the  little  feet. 

Oh  angel  of  the  Lord,  w^atch  w^ell  the  tomb; 

And  when  from  dusty  beds  the  saints  shall  rise, 
Its  little  form  clad  in  immortal  bloom 

Shall  then  be  carried  through  the  glowing  skies. 

A  mother  then,  triumphant  over  death. 
Shall  in  her  loving  arms  her  babe  enfold ; 

As  angel  guard  restores  it  to  her  breast 

She'll  join  the  songs  w^hich  never  more  grow  old. 

Cije  3bp  of  Mv  ^orb 

I  have  heard  of  a  city  of  light. 

With  its  streets  made  of  glittering  gold, 

Of  the  angels  in  garments  of  white. 

And  the  songs  that  will  never  grow  old; 

There  fresh  glories  unfold  in  that  city  of  gold. 
But  the  joy  of  my  Lord  will  be  mine. 

O'er  the  lambs  I  have  brought  to  His  fold. 
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I  have  heard  of  a  country  so  fair 

With  its  hills  and  its  valleys  of  green 

Covered  over  with  flowers  so  rare, 

While  the  River  of  Life  flows  between; 

There  the  tree  on  the  shore  giveth  life  evermore, 
But  the  greatest  of  joys  will  be  mine, 

In  the  souls  I  have  led  to  that  shore. 

Let  them  sing  of  the  fruits  and  the  flowers. 
And  the  mansions  so  beautious  and  grand, 

Let  them  tell  of  the  joys  that  await 
Those  that  enter  Emmanuel's  land; 

But  the  wonder  will  be  that  my  Lord  should  use  me, 
A  poor  sinner,  to  help  some  lost  soul 

Share  the  joys  of  that  beautiful  land. 

Co  a  2?rftre 

[TO  A.  L.  c] 

Nae  gift  o'  gold  or  siller  hae  I  to  gie 
Only  a  wee  bit  rhymin*,  gie  I  thee. 

'What  shall  it  be?"  was  my  earnest  thought 
As  I  wrought  with  my  hands  each  day, 

*  What  can  I  give  to  express  my  love 
For  the  one  w^ho  is  going  away?" 

Of  precious  gifts  of  silver  or  gold 

My  purse  has  a  meager  store, 
But  my  heart  yearns  sadly  for  the  one  who  goes 

Mayhap  to  return  no  more. 

I  have  naught  to  give  but  a  loving  heart, 

And  a  prayer  that  your  life  be  blest. 
And  the  wish  that  the  angels  watch  over  you 

As  you  go  on  your  loving  quest. 

To  seek  out  the  w^anderers  for  w^hom  Christ  died, 
And  I — glad,  though  with  tear-dimmed  eye — 

Relinquish  all  claims  of  a  lowlier  sort, 
And  bid  you  a  fond  good  bye. 

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Come,  Horb  Slegug* 

We  long  for  the  time  when  our  Lord  shall  appear 

And  say  to  His  ransomed  ones,  "  Come." 
Then  freed  from  all  sorrow  and  trouble  and  fear 

We'll  live  in  our  heavenly  home. 
He'll  take  us  to  dw^ell  in  those  mansions  so  fair, 

To  live  in  that  w^onderful  place; 
We'll  gaze  on  the  flowers  with  fragrance  so  rare 

And  rest  in  His  tender  embrace. 

We  long  for  the  time  w^hen  earth's  warfare  shall  cease, 

When  sickness  and  death  are  no  more; 
When  friend  meets  with  friend  in  that  haven  of  peace 

And  partings  and  dangers  are  o'er. 
Oh,  hasten  the  time  when  the  work  shall  be  done! 

The  message  to  men  shall  be  given; 
And  millions  be  gathered  from  earth's  harvest  field 

To  enter  the  kingdom  of  heaven. 

My  heart  ever  longs  for  the  ''Land  o'  the  Leal** 

Where  Jesus  our  Lord  we  shall  see; 
The  one  w^ho  in  gentleness  lifted  me  up, 

Whose  body  was  broken  for  me. 
In  tender  compassion  He'll  look  on  me  there 

And  say,  "Enter  into  My  rest." 
With  sheaves  for  the  Master,  His  kingdom  to  share 

We'll  dwell  in  that  home  of  the  blest. 

In  deep  adoration  w^e'll  join  in  the  songs 

Of  praises  to  Jesus,  our  Friend; 
We'll  walk  in  the  light  of  His  glorious  face 

When  trials  and  sorrows  shall  end. 
Oh,  come  precious  Saviour,  our  hearts  sadly  cry, 

Come  quickly.  Lord  Jesus,  we  pray, 
The  night  clouds  are  threat'ning,  and  dangers  are  nigh; 

We  earnestly  long  for  the  day. 

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Cfiat  2?eautiful  ^omt 

O,  I  long  for  my  Saviour's  appearing 

On  the  clouds  of  glory  so  bright, 
And  I  know  that  the  time  is  fast  nearing 

When  I  shall  behold  Him  in  light; 
But  my  yearning  heart  trembles  with  sorrow 

And  the  tears  all  unbidden  will  come, 
And  I  cry,  "O  my  Lord,  so  unworthy 

Am  I  for  that  heavenly  home!" 

O,  to  join  with  the  loved  ones  ascendmg, 

Mounting  up  to  the  City  of  Gold, 
Where  nothing  shall  come  that's  offending, 

And  treasures  eternal  behold. 
But  O,  when  I  think  of  the  life-blood 

On  Calvary's  cross  shed  for  me. 
My  heart  thrills  with  praise  for  the  ransom 

Which  was  paid  that  we  all  might  be  free. 

And  1  think  of  that  beautiful  country 

Where  sorrow  shall  never  more  come. 
There  no  wand'rer  shall  say,  "I  am  weary," 

But  all  shall  be  happy  at  home; 
Beauteous  flowers  we  shall  pluck  in  our  rapture, 

Bird  songs  will  our  spirits  delight; 
Yet  my  heart  offers  praise  to  our  Saviour 

Who  will  give  us  the  garments  of  white. 

He  will  bid  us  sit  down  at  the  table. 

Filled  with  food  by  his  own  loving  hand. 
And  with  souls  running  over  with  pleasure 

Eat  the  fruits  of  that  heavenly  land. 
O,  to  meet  in  those  beautiful  mansions 

Bright  gems  1  have  helped  to  prepare. 
To  shine  in  His  kingdom  forever 

Will  be  pleasure  enough  for  me  there. 

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Then  help  me,  dear  Saviour,  to  hasten 

This  message  of  mercy  to  give, 
To  the  East,  to  the  West,  send  the  story. 

Whosoever  repenteth  shall  live. 
Let  dark  frozen  fields  of  the  Northland 

And  the  South  vsdth  its  breezes  so  rare 
Hear  the  cry  going  forth  to  the  nations, 

"All  ye  lands,  for  your  Saviour  prepare." 

Hoofeins  iFortoarb 

This  cold  dark  earth  with  all  its  sorrow 

Soon,  soon  shall  pass  away. 
And  we  shall  greet  a  glad  tomorrow 

If  all  is  right  today. 
I  would  not  wish  one  fleeting  moment 

Of  time  to  backward  roll. 
For  just  ahead  my  Saviour  beckons 

To  every  w^eary  soul. 
Yes,  just  ahead  His  soft  voice  pleading 

Tells  of  His  wondrous  love 
In  offering  life  and  joy  eternal 

And  mansions  bright  above. 
And  just  ahead  our  loved  ones  gathered. 

Redemption's  song  shall  sing; 
Hands  clasped  with  joy,  no  more  to  sever 

From  Jesus  Christ  our  King. 
Act  well  your  part  in  life's  great  battle 

Today,  O  weary  soul. 
Nor  dream  of  past,  but  faithful  proving, 

You  soon  shall  reach  the  goal. 
To  those  who,  in  His  love  abiding, 

March  onward  in  His  way. 
The  gates  of  pearl  will  soon  give  entrance 

To  an  eternal  day. 

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Iltebeemins  ti)t  ^ime 


We  long  to  see  our  Saviour  coming. 

Our  hearts  are  filled  with  love; 
Our  tongues  shall  sing  the  songs  of  Zion 

When  Jesus  comes  from  above. 
"Come  enter  in,  the  gate  stands  wide,'* 

We  long  to  hear  Him  say. 
"Thow  chosest  Me  to  be  thy  guide. 

Enter  the  realms  of  day." 

Yet  there's  a  work  we  all  may  hasten. 

The  midnight  hour  draw^s  near, 
A  world  to  warn  of  coming  danger 

While  mercy  still  is  here. 
O,  haste  and  take  the  Saviour's  w^ord 

Your  choice  and  guide  to  be, 
And  join  the  ranks  of  those  who  work 

To  set  sin's  captives  free ! 

The  hour  is  late  and  dangers  thicken 

And  time  rolls  on  apace; 
Let's  to  the  work,  the  day  declineth; 

Soon  w^e  shall  see  his  face. 
His  hands  and  feet  w^ith  w^ounds  are  marred 

And  pierced  His  side  for  me; 
His  loving  voice  so  tender  says, 

"I  bore  it  all  for  thee." 

Birdies  fly,  in  the  sky 

To  your  sunny  southern  home; 
Bear  a  message  sweet  for  me, 

When  from  us  you  cease  to  roam. 
From  the  sweet  magnolia  tree 

Bring  a  message  back  to  me. 

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Slnbepenbence  O^be 

1898 

Unto  a  land  almost  unknown, 
Our  fathers  came  to  make  a  home 

Across  the  sea; 
For  freedom's  cause  they  dared  the  wilds, 
And  shrank  not  from  their  grim  defiles, 

For  liberty. 
They  braved  the  wild  beasts  in  their  den. 
And  famine  dread,  and  cruel  men. 

To  found  our  home. 
Hewed  out  with  giant  strength  of  arm, 
A  nation's  place,  and  then  they  bade 

The  oppressed  come. 
Here  freedom  find,  and  liberty; 
And  yet  the  trail  of  slavery 

Lay  o'er  the  land; 
This  must  not  be  ;  and  freedom  rose, 
And  from  her  garments  washed  the  stain 

With  mighty  hand. 
Years  sw^iftly  pass;  low,  now^  w^e  hear 
From  Cuba's  isle,  a  cry  of  fear; 

Our  hearts  are  stirred; 
Oppression  dread,  with  iron  heel. 
Stalks  through  their  land,  slights  their  appeal. 

Their  cry  is  heard. 
A  call  to  arms  from  South  and  North ; 
Brothers  and  valiant  sons  pour  forth. 

Succor  to  give. 
They  who  as  foemen  once  had  bled. 
Now  side  by  side  their  life-blood  shed, 

That  she  might  live. 
As  streams  that  rising  from  one  source. 
May  flow^  apart  yet  find  their  course 

To  the  same  sea. 
So  North  and  South  united  stand 
Once  more,  and  grasp  each  other's  hand. 

For  liberty. 

42 


Bt  ^ii  Comins 

In  columns  triumphal  the  saints  are  arising, 

With  shouts  of  the  ransomed  they  mount  towards 
the  skies, 
Their  anthems  of  triumph  and  songs  of  salvation 

Proclaim  them  the  people  prepared  to  arise; 
With  faces  all  shining  with  heavenly  glory, 

They're  shouting  the  victory  o'er  sin  and  the  grave, 
All  glory  and  honor  and  praises  and  power. 

Shall  be  unto  Him  who  the  sinner  can  save. 

Bright  stars  in  their  crowns  tell  the  tale  of  their  labors 

As  low  they  are  laid  at  the  feet  of  their  King, 
The  joy  of  the  Lord,  and  the  joy  of  poor  mortals 

Are  joined  in  the  songs  w^hich  the  ransomed  shall  sing. 
Would  you  be  the  ones  who  shall  join  in  the  singing 

Of  anthems  of  praise  to  the  One  who  was  slain 
And  voicing  the  rapture  of  sin-pardoned  favor? — 

Give  praise  to  the  Lamb  w^ho  is  coming  again. 

Let  Jesus  dwell  in  you  and  keep  you  from  sinning. 

Then  in  that  glad  morning  He'll  claim  you  His  own; 
He'll  take  you  to  dwell  in  the  heavenly  mansions 

And  bid  you  sit  dow^n  w^ith  Himself  on  His  throne; 
Then  through  the  long  ages  of  songs  and  rejoicing 

All  sorrow^  and  sighing  forever  shall  cease; 
Grim  death  shall  give  place  to  the  life  everlasting. 

And  warring  and  tumult,  to  gladness  and  peace. 


As  out  upon  the  w^aves  by  mists  outlined 
Man  with  his  boat  is  leaving  shore  behind, 
So  youth  upon  life's  restless  rolling  tide 
Launches  his  bark  and  o'er  bright  waters  glide. 
Be  not  dismayed  though  storms  around  three  roar 
Grasp  oar  and  pull,  thy  goal  the  eternal  shore. 

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^t  3l£i  Coming  Msain 

Ever  nearer  and  dearer  this  truth  comes  to  me, 

In  this  world  full  of  sorrow  and  w^oe; 
Very  soon  w^ill  the  Saviour  His  presence  reveal 

To  the  faithful  ones  waiting  below. 

Chorus : 

He  is  coming  again!     O  that  blessed  refrain! 

Coming  back,  O  the  tidings  proclaim! 
Then  revealed  in  His  glory  all  nations  shall  know 
*Tis  the  One  who  for  sinners  was  slain. 

See  the  nations  of  earth,  in  their  glory  and  pride, 

Meet  in  strife,  and  for  victory  contend; 
And  the  rich  man  in  splendor  strides  over  the  poor, 

And  there's  no  man  regard eth  the  end. 

Fearful  sights  and  great  signs  both  in  heaven  and  earth, 
Trembling  nature  prepares  for  her  doom; 

Flood  and  earthquakes  strike  terror  to  hearts  unprepared; 
Soon  the  Saviour  in  glory  will  come. 

Let  the  swift  flying  angel  His  message  proclaim 
To  a  w^orld  by  gross  darkness  controlled; 

Over  land,  over  sea,  let  the  tidings  go  forth. 
Until  thousands  are  brought  to  the  fold. 

O,  then  let  us  be  ready,  soon  Jesus  will  come 

With  a  train  of  the  angelic  throng! 
O,  be  watchful,  be  prayerful,  be  earnest  and  true. 

And  w^ell  join  in  the  conqueror's  song! 

The  oak  trees  spread  their  branches  green 

O'er  field  and  meadow  glade. 
The  children  love  through  sunny  hours 

To  seek  its  welcome  shade. 

44 


B  ^aijtjatf)  Walk 

'Tis  Sabbath  morning,  the  church  bells  are  ringing 

The  hour  of  service,  of  praise  and  of  prayer. 
Blest  day  of  days!     No  work  to  mar  its  resting, 

I  hasten  on  my  way,  its  joys  to  share. 
Myriads  of  birds  their  early  matin  voicing, 

Pour  forth  their  joy  on  wing  with  quickened  flight, 
And  w^oodland  flow^ers,  their  faces  turning  upward 

Exhale  sweet  incense  to  the  Lord  of  light. 
I  must  w^alk  carefully  as  on  I'm  going, 

For  lo,  I  seem  to  be  on  holy  ground. 
And  as  I  list  from  out  the  tallest  tree-tops 

Comes  a  low  symphony  of  sw^eetest  sound. 
The  murmuring  in  the  pine-trees  ever  seeming 

Like  choirs  invisible,  that  to  my  heart 
Speak  of  an  angel  band  of  w^hite-robed  singers 

Who  in  God's  grand  cathedral  have  a  part. 
And  when  full  soon  my  restful  walk  is  over 

And  1  among  the  faithful  join  in  song, 
My  heart's  attuned  to  music  of  th'  immortals 

Caused  by  His  blessings  which  around  me  throng. 
O  who  w^ould  change  this  free  life  of  the  country 

For  heated  pavement,  and  the  restless  crowd? 
Pity  the  poor  who  often  spend  a  lifetime 

Where  God's  pure,  fragrant  air  is  not  allow^ed! 

How  sw^eet  the  scent  of  shrub  and  flower. 
How  kind  the  hand,  and  great  the  power 

That  makes  their  beauties  glow. 
Could  w^e  but  understand  the  love 
That  watches  o'er  us  from  above 

His  tender  mercies  know. 
Prove  at  His  feet  w^e'd  humbly  kneel. 
His  love  toward  us  He  doth  reveal, 

That  washes  w^hite  as  snow. 

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The  sky  was  weeping,  the  earth  was  damp 
And  the  horses  she  led  went  tramp,  tramp,  tramp. 
Their  hoofs  resounded  with  rythmetic  beat 
As  they  followed  their  leader's  weary  feet. 

The  storm  passed  over,  the  night  grew  chill; 
Not  a  leaf  seemed  stirring,  and  all  w^as  still. 
When  the  morning  dawned,  a  beautiful  sight 
Met  the  eyes,  where  an  artist  had  been  that  night. 

Where  the  horses*  hoofs  in  the  sodden  ground 
Had  left  their  imprint,  so  nice  and  round. 
Where  wee  ponds  of  water  at  night  had  been, 
There  the  Master's  hand  in  His  w^orks  is  seen. 

Here  was  a  feather,  and  there  a  wing, 

A  lovely  harp  with  many  a  string, 

Here  w^ere  leaves  so  perfect  they  might  compare 

With  those  which  Paradise  used  to  wear. 

Ere  sin  had  entered,  and  grief  and  woe 

Had  settled  down  on  this  world  below. 

And  bowers  of  the  garden  were  dwellings  meet 

To  be  used  for  visits  of  angels'  feet. 

Beautiful  pictures  of  frost  and  ice 
More  lovely  than  any  of  man's  device 
Were   scattered  abroad  with  generous  love 
For  those  who  the  morning  light  improve. 

So  let  us  take  heed  from  this  Master  of  art 
And  follow  His  guiding,  that  each  true  heart 
A  lesson  may  learn  from  the  frost  and  the  cold, 
To  scatter  good  deeds  more  precious  than  gold. 

46 


Co  tije  Hittle  <!^ne£( 

I  love  the  little  children, 
So  kind,  so  good  and  true; 

I  love  to  see  them  happy 
And  Jesus  loves  them,  too. 

And  so  He  watches  o'er  them. 
He  hears  each  unkind  word, 

And  oft  His  heart  is  saddened 
At  what  His  ear  has  heard. 

And  O,  what  joy  is  given 
To  his  dear  heart  of  love 

When  children  strive  to  please  Him 
Who  dwells  in  light  above. 

I  love  the  little  children. 

But  O,  I  long  to  know 
If  those  will  meet  me  yonder 

I  loved  so  here  below. 

It  seems  to  me,  there  even. 
If  I  should  miss  some  face, 

'T would  make  me  sad  to  know  it. 
E'en  in  that  happy  place. 

I  wonder,  O,  I  wonder. 

If  when  I  get  up  there 
I'll  see  those  loving  faces 

And  forms  all  bright  and  fair. 

I'll  bear  their  voices  singing 

All  praises  to  His  name 
Who  gave  Himself  to  save  them 

And  died  the  death  of  shame. 

For  soon  in  clouds  of  glory 
He  to  this  earth  will  come 

And  take  those  who  are  ready 
To  dwell  with  Him  at  home. 

47 


Comfort 

TO  A  FRIEND 

Oh  mother  heart!  so  filled  with  pain  and  sadness 

Think  what  a  boon  was  given  you  the  while; 
What  joy,  to  be  allowed  to  clasp  in  gladness 

A  treasure  pure  as  snowflake,  JFree  from  guile. 
A  precious  jewel  was  given  thy  heart  to  cheer  thee, 

A  link  to  bind  thee  closer  still  to  heaven ; 
A  dainty  bud  of  promise  blossomed  near  thee, 

A  little  babe, — to  you  'twas  kindly  given. 
Such  sweetness  only  bloomed  to  fade  away,  dear. 

As  fade  the  stars  when  morning  sun  shines  bright ; 
Or  as  the  flowers,  touched  by  breath  of  winter. 

Their  beauty  withering  soon  fade  from  sight. 

May  the  kind  Father  help  you  in  this  trial 

To  draw^  still  closer  to  His  loving  heart. 
That  when  the  trump  shall  sound, — the  dear  ones 
w^aking, 

Friend  clasping  friend  now^  never  more  to  part. 
An  angel  in  his  shining  robe  of  w^hiteness 

Shall  bear  your  darling  to  your  loving  breast; 
And  through  the  endless  years  of  bloom  and 
brightness 

God  shall  your  toil  reward  with  perfect  rest. 

Frisky  little  squirrels,  playing  *mid  the  trees 
How^  my  heart  is  gladdened  by  your  mimicries 
Gathering  nuts  delicious  from  your  shady  bowers 
Jolly  little  fellows  sport  the  livelong  hours. 

Leaves,  beautious  leaves. 
Fluttering  in  the  autumn  breeze. 
Dropping,  dropping,  here  and  there 
Spreads  a  carpet  rich  and  rare. 

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TUNCi   ONE   HUNDRED   YEARS  TO   COME 

Go  tell  the  tidings  far  and  near. 

The  Saviour  soon  will  come; 
Bid  every  saint  his  brother  cheer, 

The  Saviour  soon  will  come. 
Go  sound  the  message  o'er  the  land, 
To  every  isle  and  ocean  strand; 
Awake,  ye  saints,  this  message  bear 
To  every  nation  far  and  near, 

The  Saviour  soon  will  come. 

O  shout  for  joy,  ye  sons  of  men. 

The  Saviour  soon  will  come 
To  end  for  aye  your  grief  and  pain. 

The  Saviour  soon  w^ill  come. 
Go  tell  it  to  earth's  weary  ones. 
To  them  this  word  like  music  comes; 
Tell  them  of  His  redeeming  grace, 
Preparing  them  to  see  His  face, 

When  He,  our  life,  shall  come. 

In  dungeon  dark  the  story  tell. 

The  sinner's  friend  will  come, 
Who  died  that  we  might  with  Him  dwell. 

Our  Saviour  soon  will  come. 
To  heathen  lands  He  bids  us  go. 
The  harvest  reap;  the  sun  is  low; 
Let  this  our  song  and  message  be. 
He  comes  to  set  the  captives  free — 

O  Saviour,  quickly  come. 

The  mourners  then  shall  dry  their  tears 
When  Christ  their  Lord  shall  come; 

They'll  praise  His  name  through  endless  years 
When  Christ  their  Lord  shall  come. 

Their  sick  and  maimed,  the  halt  and  blind. 

Shall  in  His  presence,  blessing  find, 

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And  songs  of  joy  shall  fill  our  days. 

With  endless  happiness  and  praise 

When  He  our  Lord  shall  come. 

Go,  tell  the  news,  He  bids  us  go. 

The  Saviour  soon  will  come, 
Who  died  for  sinners  here  below — 

Our  Lord  will  surely  come. 
Repent,  believe,  your  sins  confess. 
Put  on  His  robe  of  righteousness, 
Reach  out  the  helping  hand  to  save 
Your  friends  from  an  eternal  grave. 

For  soon  our  Lord  will  come. 

TUNE;   OLD   BLACK  JQE 

Hark  to  the  sounds  that  greet  the  pilgrim's  ear! 
All  things  proclaim  our  Saviour's  coming  near; 
Sun,  moon,  and  earth  in  darkness  veil  their  face. 
And  soon,  O  soon,  will  pass  away  the  day  of  grace. 

Chorus 

He's  coming!  He's  coming! 

The  one  for  whom  w^e  sigh; 
All  things  in  heaven  and  earth  proclaim 

His  coming  nigh. 

Nations  of  earth  in  angry  strife  contend, 

Tempest  and  earthquake  fright  the  sons  of  men; 

Howl,  O  ye  rich,  for  soon  will  anguish  come. 

For  very  soon  your  eyes  shall  see  your  dreadful  doom. 

O  that  our  lives  may  now  with  His  accord. 
That  when  appears  our  blessed  risen  Lord, 
We,  purified  from  every  taint  of  sin. 
Shall  hear  the  words,  "Well  done,  my  child,  come 
enter  in." 

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Out  in  the  woodland,  come  let  us  stray 
Where  beauteous  flowers  bloom  all  the  way. 

Wild  birds  are  singing, 

Sweet  pleasures  bringing; 
Happy  the  hours  in  these  mossy  bowers. 
List  to  the  droning  of  the  bees. 
See  squirrels  romping  in  the  trees. 
On  as  w^e  w^ander  over  green  glades, 
Seeking  no  longer  dense  forest  shades; 

Where  sunlight's  streaming  ^ 

Waters  are  gleaming; 
Come  let  us  float  in  our  fairy  boat. 
See  how  the  ripples  dance  along. 
Hear  how^  the  branches  echo  our  song. 

Hark !  voices  calling  bid  us  come. 
Loved  ones  are  wcdting  to  guide  us  home. 

While  birds  are  hov'ring 

Wee  nestlings,  covVing 
Their  downy  heads,  tucked  in  their  beds. 
Come,  let  us  hasten  while  we  may 
Ere  gath'ring  darkness  close  the  day. 

Cije  J^ap  of  ^ii  Coming 

O,  the  day  of  my  Lord  is  fast  nearing 
When  in  glory  resplendent  and  grand 

He  shall  come, — for  w^e  love  his  appearing — 
And  shall  take  us  to  heaven's  bright  land. 

Then  to  those  who  in  Jesus  are  sleeping 
Shall  the  trumpet  awakening  sound, 

^nd  from  many  lone  graves  long  forgotten 
Shall  the  blessed  arise  from  the  ground. 

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O,  I  long  for  that  day  which  is  coming  f 

What  a  glorious  meeting  'twill  be 
When  with  saint  and  with  angels  ascending 

My  dear  Lord  in  His  beauty  I  see! 

O  how  sad  will  it  be  if  we  heed  not 

All  His  precepts  divine  to  obey; 
To  the  rocks  we  shall  cry  to  fall  on  us. 

And  we'll  flee  from  His  presence  away. 

But  the  rapture  of  those  who  are  ready 
With  their  garments  aglimmer  with  light. 

When  they  know  the  dear  Saviour  is  coming 
To  redeem  them  from  sin's  darkest  night. 

a^vip  a  little  iFloluer 

Only  a  little  flower, 

A  pink  in  its  purity, 
A  fragrant  snow-white  blossom,^ 

But  it  means  so  much  to  me. 
It  stands  for  the  love  of  mother, 

Though  that  mother  has  long  been  dead; 
It  stands  for  her  love  and  labors 

And  her  influence  o'er  me  shed. 

For  the  few  short  years  of  my  lifetime 

O'er  w^hich  her  gentle  hand 
Did  all  it  could  to  prepare  me 

For  a  home  in  that  better  land. 
How^  her  sw^eet,  low^  w^ords  come  to  me. 

The  lessons  she  taught  me  then; 
Of  the  way  that  leads  to  heaven. 

By  keeping  God's  precepts  ten. 

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Only  a  flower  so  tiny, 

Yet  the  influence  it  may  yield 
May  help  us  to  fight  life's  battles, 

Yes,  help  us  to  win  the  field. 
So  take  it,  this  symbol  of  mother, 

Of  all  that  is  holy  and  right. 
And  may  its  loveliness  help  you 

To  be  perfected  in  His  sight. 

Cfioustlts!  of  Wo^tt 

I'm  sitting  in  the  old  armchair, 

To  soothe  my  little  one  to  sleep. 
When  memories  of  the  long  ago 

Into  my  vision  softly  creep. 
I  see  a  mother  fondly  clasp 

Within  her  arms  her  babe  to  rest; 
I  hear  the  gentle  notes  of  song 

Which  lull  it  on  its  mother's  breast; 
I  can  see  the  w^ild  birds  sing  and  sw^ay 
In  the  meadow  trees  the  livelong  day; 
I  can  smell  the  scent  of  new-mown  hay. 
And  wild-wood  flowers  that  bloom  in  May. 

Only  a  few  short  years  had  passed 

When  death  had  stilled  that  loving  heart; 
And  O,  the  anguish  of  that  hour, 

When  w^e  with  her  w^ere  called  to  part. 
The  years  have  drifted  sw^iftly  by. 

With  weight  of  sorrow,  sin  and  woe; 
The  babe  now^  sleeps  beneath  the  sod. 

Whom  mother  loved  so  long  ago ; 
But  her  love  and  prayers  and  actions  kind. 
Were  a  gift  to  those  she  has  left  behind. 
May  w^e  each,  our  mother's  Saviour  find. 
And  in  our  hearts  His  precepts  bind. 

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TUNEi    "CHRIST  IN   SONG,"    NO.   560 

Jesus  is  coming  in  glory, 
Join  in  the  joyful  refrain; 

Tell  to  the  world  the  glad  story, 
Soon  He  is  coining  to  reign. 


Chorus 


Tell  the  good  news,  tell  the  good  news. 
Tell  the  good  news  of  His  coming, 
Sing  it  o*er  land  and  o'er  main; 
Coming  again!  Coming  again! 
Tell  the  good  news  to  the  nations, 
Jesus  is  coming  again. 

Once  as  a  babe  in  the  manger 
Lowly  they  laid  Him  to  rest; 

Sweet  was  the  sleep  of  the  stranger 
Watched  by  the  angels  so  blest. 

Once  in  the  desert  He  hungered. 
There  He  was  tempted  and  tried ; 

Once  of  His  own  was  rejected, 
And  for  poor  sinners  He  died. 

Rzdsed  from  the  grave  to  redeem  us. 
Pleading  for  sinners  He  stands; 

Soon  He  is  coming  to  claim  us, 
Gath*ring  His  loved  from  all  lands. 

Swift  to  the  work  let  us  hasten, 
Tell  the  sweet  story  of  love. 

Gathering  sheaves  for  the  Master; 
Soon  will  He  come  from  above. 

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TLinti  on  Bnnii^txiavv 

Just  thirty  years  ago  today 

We  two  were  wed,  dear  John; 
And  now  long  years  have  passed  away. 

We  cannot  see  quite  clear,  John; 
How  'tis  our  "castles  in  the  air" 

Have  failed  to  come  in  time,  John; 
We've  had  hard  work,  and  good  plain  fare. 

With  more  of  prose  than  rhyme,  John. 

And  now  among  my  locks  of  brown 

Some  streaks  of  gray  are  rife,  dear; 
And  having  climbed,  we  now^  go  down 

The  rugged  hill  of  life,  dear; 
As  hand  in  hand  we've  passed  along 

Beside  our  path  have  been,  dear; 
Full  many  flow^ers  and  cheery  song. 

To  help  us  now  and  then,  dear. 

Though  sometimes  meager  was  our  fare. 

The  children  throve  the  same,  John; 
And  honest  sons  and  daughters  fair 

Enjoyed  w^hatever  came,  John; 
So  if  our  hoards  of  gold  are  none. 

We'll  e'en  be  happy  yet,  John; 
For  greater  w^ealth  to  us  has  come 

Than  money  e'er  can  get,  John. 

Our  children's  love  is  richer  still 

Than  all  the  hoards  of  earth,  dear; 
And  honest  friends  and  pure  good-will 

Of  which  we  have  no  dearth,  dear; 
So  let  our  voices  join  to  praise 

The  One  whose  loving  hand,  dear; 
Has  blessed  us  in  so  many  w^ays 

With  joys  both  true  and  grand,  dear. 

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"Hush  my  dear,"  mother  sang  in  the  old  rocking- 
chair. 

With  her  babe  softly  folded  to  rest. 
And  the  sw^eet  lullaby  faintly  falls  on  my  ear. 

With  the  memories  of  childhood  so  blest. 
Babe  and  mother  both  sleep  in  their  low  narrow  beds, 

"Sundered  far,"  though  one  blood  they  both  lie; 
With  the  winter's  warm  blanket  of  snow^  o'er  their 
heads, 

Or  the  summer's  soft  breeze  floating  by. 

As  the  years  press  along  in  their  hurrying  flight. 

Soon  to  woman's  estate  1  have  grown, 
And  a  mother,  I  sit  by  the  fireside  bright, 

Which  my  little  ones  clustering  throng; 
And  the  lullaby  song  that  my  mother  sang  once 

Are  re-echoed  again  as  I  sing 
And  the  tender  thoughts  come  of  that  mother  so  dear. 

As  my  babes  to  my  loving  arms  cling. 

Many  years  have  gone  by  since  those  bright  happy 
days. 
And  the  children  are  scattered  afar. 
And  the  rooms  which  once  rang  with  laughter 
so  gay. 
Are  all  silent — no  echo  doth  mar; 
But  the  treasures  of  memory  still  bring  each  bright 
face, 
And  I  long  for  the  home-coming  so. 
And  in  dreams  all  our  loved  one  are  gathered  once 
more, 
Round  the  hearth  as  in  days  long  ago. 

As  I  sit  in  the  twilight  and  think  of  the  ones 

Who  once  brightened  our  home  with  their  song 

May  the  angels  who  guarded  their  childhood's  low  bed 
Still  their  watch-care  keep  shielding  from 
wrong. 

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May  the  dear,  loving  Father  soon  draw  them  to  him. 
And  when  life's  toilsome  journey  shall  cease, 

May  the  loved  ones  all  meet,  sundered  far  though 
we  be, 
In  the  home  of  rich  blessings  and  peace. 


a  Call  <€o  ^erbite 

MUSIC]    "my   old   southern    HOME" 

There  are  many  people  in  the  homeland 
Who  this  message  sweet  have  never  heard ; 

And  their  hearts  are  filled  with  pain  and  anguish 
For  comfort  contauned  in  His  word. 

Chorus  : 

In  His  home  there  is  room 
For  the  many  millions  who  roam. 
Let  us  hasten  with  the  joyful  tidings 
That  Jesus  invites  them  to  come. 

They  are  groping  on  in  sin  and  sorrow 
And  are  loaded  down  with  grief  and  care, 

They  are  toiling  onward  with  the  burdens 
That  Jesus  would  help  them  to  bear. 

And  beyond  us  dwelling  in  the  shadows 

Many  people  call  aloud  for  light. 
Shall  we  close  our  hearts  to  all  their  pleadings 

And  leave  them  alone  in  their  night? 

Let  us  rise  and  with  the  Gospel  story 
Which  we  have  to  tell  of  Jesus*  love, 

Send  the  message  far  to  every  nation 
To  fit  them  for  mansions  above. 

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'Tis  a  dusty  road. 

And  the  hot  sun  scorches 
My  face  and  hands 

Like  flaming  torches; 

But  a  soft  breeze  blowing. 

From  out  the  west. 
Seems  wooing  the  sun. 

As  a  bird,  to  rest. 

And  the  lights  and  shades 
Of  the  summer  grasses 

Seem,  as  o'er  it 

The  soft  wind  passes. 

Like  ocean's  calm. 
After  storm  and  din. 

When  the  little  waves 
Come  rolling  in. 

So,  as  on  w^e  go. 

We  welcome  gladly 
The  shady  trees. 

For  we  need  them  sadly. 

My  tired  horse  stops 
At  the  fountain's  brink 

And  quaffs  her  fill 
Of  the  cooling  drink. 

The  leafy  trees 

Make  cooling  arches. 
In  which  to  rest, 

When  the  sun's  heat  parch< 

There  are  so  many  joys 

That  e'en  life's  load 
The  lighter  seems. 

Though  "a  dusty  road." 

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Cfie  USagter'a  Call 

The  morning  sun  was  shining. 

I  heard  the  Master's  voice, — 
"Come,  labor  in  My  vineyard, 

Make  Me  thine  only  choice." 
My  heart  is  heavy  laden 

With  sorrow,  doubt  and  sin; 
Can  I  then  be  accepted 

And  hope  to  enter  in? 

"Come  unto  Me,  ye  weary," 

The  Master  sweetly  said, 
"I  gave  My  life  to  save  thee. 

For  thee  My  blood  was  shed. 
Lay  down  thy  heavy  burden, 

Thy  cares  upon  Me  Cast, 
And  rest  shall  be  thy  portion. 

Eternal  rest  at  last." 

All  through  the  heat  of  noontide 

Tve  faltering  struggled  on. 
Till  evening  shadows  warn  me 

My  work  is  nearly  done. 
Though  oft  my  feet  have  stumbled, 

Yet  Jesus  at  my  side 
Has  lifted  me  so  gently 

Ere,  faint,  I  drooped  and  died. 

His  arm,  so  strong  and  mighty. 

The  battle  helped  me  win; 
His  heart  so  true  and  constant 

Has  drawn  the  wanderer  in. 
Oh,  love  so  pure  and  holy! 

Oh,  Saviour,  so  divine! 
Help  me  to  keep  Thee  ever 

Within  this  heart  of  mine. 

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O^irlie 

Years  ago,  with  glad  surprise, 
Welcomed  we  a  little  stranger; 

Joyfully  the  trust  we  took. 

Though  the  world  was  full  of  danger. 

Swift  the  happy  hours  went  by; 

How  I  envied  them  the  going! 
O,  if  we  might  keep  her  so! 

But  time's  tide  is  swiftly  flowing. 

Childhood's  days  so  quickly  fly 

With  their  hours  of  mirth  and  singing; 

School-days  pass  so  merrily. 

And  the  years  go  onward  winging. 

Maiden  coy  is  passing  now; 

Womanhood  so  sweet  and  tender. 
Now  has  come,  with  sun  and  shade. 

Thou  who  rul'st,  be  her  defender. 

Guide,  O  guide  my  girlie's  feet. 
In  the  paths  of  the  immortals; 

May  she  tread  the  shinning  way, 
Till  she  reach  the  pearly  portals. 

Signs  on  every  hand  fulfilling. 

Tell  of  fast  approaching  ruin; 
Tell  of  horrors  of  great  darkness. 

To  the  soul  that's  unprotected; 
Tell  of  peace  for  those  who  wait; 

Tell  of  joy  for  those  who're  looking, 
And  are  longing  for  their  Lord; 

Tell  of  happiness  unbounded 
In  a  home  all  free  from  sorrow. 

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^igpai  of  ^ii  Coming 

tunb:  the  little  old  log  cabin  in  the  lank 

This  world  with  all  its  trials  very  soon  shall  pass  away, 

And  soon  w^ill  usher  in  a  glorious  daw^n; 
See,  the  works  of  men  are  fallen  and  fast  going  to  decay, 

And  soon  on  earth  will  come  that  final  morn, 
When,  freed  from  sin  and  sorrow^,  those  w^ho  love  Him 
shall  behold 

The  Saviour  in  His  beauty  on  the  cloud, 
For  very  soon  our  Lord  will  come  to  take  His  people 
home. 

While  with  triumph  rings  their  hallelujahs  loud. 

Chorus  : 

The  Saviours  coming  soon  to  take  His  children  home; 

We  haven't  long  to  work  here  below. 
So  let  us  faithful  be  until  our  weary  task  is  done, 

And  in  joy  with  Him  to  heaven  we  shall  go. 

The  marshalling  of  armies  tells  of  war  and  deadly  strife, 

"Distress  of  nations  with  perplexities;'* 
The  sea  and  waves  the  chorus  join,  the  winds  lift  up 
their  voice. 
While  famine  rules  in  lands  across  the  sea. 
Wild  flood  and  fire  and  earthquake  tell  of  labor  to  be 
done. 
In  warning  men  to  seek  the  Pearl  of  price; 
The  hearts  of  men  are  failing  them  w^ith  dread  of 
things  to  come; 
O,  may  We  help  them  gain  eternal  life! 


Only  a  copper  penny. 

But  given  w^ith  a  prayerful  thought. 
May  send  the  Gosple  message 

To  those  w^ho  know^  it  not. 

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CiiiUiren'S  ,^ons 

Listen  to  the  children's  song, 

Hesur  their  happy  voices ; 
Join  in  concord  sweet  and  strong, 
Hear  the  children's  song. 
Jesus  loves  to  hear  them  sing 
Praibes  to  their  heavenly  King; 
Let  His  courts  with  music  ring 

Praises  to  our  King. 

Hear  the  birdies  in  their  bowers 

Sing  their  Maker's  praises. 
All  the  happy  livelong  hours 
Singing  in  their  bowers. 
Jesus  loves  to  hear  their  praise 
While  they  sing  their  sweetest  lays. 
Flitting  through  the  woodland  maze. 
Hear  their  song  of  praise. 

See  the  flowers  lift  their  heads 

Praise  of  incense  giving; 
See  them  from  their  mossy  beds 
Lift  their  dewy  heads. 
Children,  join  with  bird  and  flower 
In  your  happy  spring-time  hour; 
Praise  Him,  for  His  love  and  power. 

In  your  childhood's  hour. 

When  the  evening  shadows  fall 
See  the  stars  come  tw^inkling; 

Praising  Jesus  one  and  gJl 

As  the  shadows  fall. 

All  the  hosts  of  heaven  combine 

Thus  to  make  His  glory  shine. 

Let  us  all  the  chorus  join 
In  the  glad  spring-time. 

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#eart  of  Hobe 

There's  not  a  thorn  that  can  pierce  our  feet 

Or  a  tear  can  dim  the  eye, 
But  the  one  who  cares;  sends  a  message  sweet 

And  His  heart  gives  sigh  for  sigh. 

Though  many  a  time  our  hearts  may  ache 

And  our  path  be  rough  with  stone, 
He  who  bore  our  griefs  will  our  burdens  take 

For  He  careth  for  His  ow^n. 

The  days  are  dark  with  threat'ning  doom. 

And  w^ar-clouds  blot  the  skies. 
But  w^e  will  not  fear  though  the  w^orst  may  come 

For  our  Father  hears  our  cries. 

And  His  heart  of  love  still  yearns  to  save 

The  w^eakest  of  us  all; 
And  there's  not  a  need  that  our  souls  can  crave 

But  He  hears  us  when  we  call. 

%i)t  Wtt  ^tvariQtv 

Where  art  thou  journeying,  wee  little  stranger. 
Launching  thy  bark  on  this  life's  stormy  sea? 

Knowest  thou  not  that  this  life's  full  of  danger 
Dear  little  baby,  just  given  to  me? 

See  how  the  waves  roll  high!  Lest  they  o'erwhelm  thee. 
Safe  in  the  Master's  hands  sheltered  thou'lt  be; 

Naught  can  my  baby  harm,  kept  by  His  watchcare. 
Sweet  little  dreamer,  rest  quiet  with  me. 

Then,  though  the  tempest  rage,  safely  He'll  keep  thee, 
Waking  or  sleeping  while  He  guards  thy  bed. 

Through  the  long  night,  until  morning  cometh; 
Safe  on  thy  pillow^  rest  sw^eetly  thy  head. 

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M  l^leasiure  ^tstsieb 

It  had  been  a  day  of  labor. 

Toilsome  work  the  whole  day  through. 
And  as  evening's  shadow^s  gathered 

There  was  much  still  left  to  do. 

Still  my  tasks  were  yet  unfinished. 
And  though  clouds  of  beautious  hue 

Were  unfolding  in  the  Heavens, 
I  had  still  some  work  to  do. 

just  a  step  outside  the  door- way, 
Just  a  moment  free*d  from  care. 

Would  have  filled  my  soul  with  rapture 
At  the  glory  shining  there. 

But  I  failed  to  catch  its  beauty. 

And  'twas  lost  to  me  for  aye. 
But  the  lesson  that  it  carried, 

Stayed  with  me  for  many  a  day. 

Stop,  and  read  the  blessed  tokens. 

He  in  love  hangs  out  for  you; 
Answ^er  not  the  voices  calling 

"There's  too  much  that  I  must  do." 

List  the  waurbler  sings  his  carol, 
See  the  flowers  lift  their  heads 

All  creation's  filled  with  music. 
And  for  you  the  feast  He  spreads. 

Let  us  never  be  too  busy. 

With  the  toil  and  care  and  strife. 

That  we  cannot  hear  the  message 
From  the  One  who  gives  us  life. 

Look  for  beauty  all  around  you. 
You  will  find  the  day  well  spent. 

And  when  night's  shades  close  around  you 
You'll  have  nothing  to  repent. 

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31us!t  iFtftp  gearg 

Just  fifty  years  of  hopes  and  fesurs. 

Oh,  when  the  journey  started 
Earth  held  no  bliss  so  sweet  as  this, 

Oh,  who  so  happy  hearted. 

Through  heat  and  cold,  and  cares  untold. 
You've  gone  the  road  together; 

Though  days  were  dark,  for  life's  frail  bark. 
And  gloomy  was  the  weather. 

Yet  hand  in  hand  at  His  command. 
Who  rules  the  lives  of  mortals, 

And  shapes  the  plan  for  maid  and  man. 
To  age,  from  life's  fair  portals. 

If  well  you've  tried  to  let  Him  guide. 
Though  stormy  waves  enfold  you. 

Saie  Pilot,  He,  o'er  life's  rough  sea. 
And  strong  His  arms  will  hold  you. 

Through  toil  or  rest.  He  knoweth  best. 

And  may  he  guide  you  ever. 
Till  day  is  done  and  setting  sun. 

Your  life's  w^orks  close  forever. 

And  when  your  strength  and  life  is  spent 
And  each  for  right  has  striven. 

May  fresh'ning  gale,  fill  well  your  sail. 
And  waft  your  bark  tow^ard  Heaven. 

Only  a  loving  hand-pat 

And  a  smile  like  morning  dew, 

But  it  helped  to  lift  the  burden 
Of  one  whose  joys  were  few. 

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HistJting  a  Cantrle 

Far  over  the  sea,  very  far  away, 

Where  darkness  and  sin  reigned  supreme. 

In  the  hearts  of  the  people  was  kindled  one  day 
A  light  with  a  wonderful  gleam. 

And  children  can  help  give  the  message  sweet, 
Send  their  gifts,  these  candles  to  light; 

And  the  prayers  of  a  child  makes  the  gift  complete, 
And  this  message  go  w^ith  its  might. 

And  in  Heaven  you'll  meet  some  dear  children 

You  by  sacrifice  helped  to  bring 
To  share  in  the  beauties  immortal  and  rare, 

And  worship  our  glorious  King. 

We  have  the  dearest  pet  of  all, 

A  w^ee  sw^eet  baby  girl  is  she. 
But  though  she  is  so  very  small. 

She's  just  as  good  as  she  can  be. 
Her  smile  so  glad,  'tw^ill  banish  care 

Her  winning  ways  none  will  dispute. 
And  cunning  dimples,  too,  are  there ; 

What  I  have  said,  none  can  refute. 
Of  pearly  teeth  the  number's  small, 

I  counted  them,  there's  only  two. 
But  she  don't  worry,  not  at  all, 

She'll  wait  and  get  the  others  through. 
Her  many  charms  I  could  not  tell. 

But  if  you  don't  believe  its  true. 
Just  come  and  see  her  laugh,  and,  well. 

She  cries,  sometimes,  of  course,  don't  you? 

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Mslttp 

Resting?     Yes,  resting,  life's  short  battle  ended, 
Sweetly  she's  sleeping  within  her  low  bed; 

Angel-guard  watcheth  the  place  where  she's  lying. 

Knows  all  the  tears  which  the  loved  ones  have  shed. 

Knows  how  the  mother,  whose  heart's  filled  with  sorrow. 
Feels  as  she  lays  her  dear  babe  in  the  tomb; 

Crushed  by  the  blow  which  has  snatched  from  her  bosom 
One  more  fair  jew^el,  the  light  of  their  home. 

Loving  the  Hand  w^hich  has  caused  her  to  slumber. 
Safe  from  the  tumult  and  strife  of  the  earth. 

Folded  securely  and  kept  from  all  danger. 
Priceless  the  jewel  of  heavenly  birth. 

Storms*  w^ill  arise  and  beat  hard  round  her  pillow 
Deaf  are  the  ears  to  the  sound  of  the  strife. 

Famine  and  pestilence,  woes  without  number. 
Kept  by  the  power  of  His  infinite  life. 

Too  frail  and  tender,  the  beautiful  blossoms. 
Lent  for  awhile  to  thus  gladden  our  w^ay; 

Blest  be  the  hand  that  gave,  blessed  that  taketh. 
Laid  up  our  treasure,  awaiting  that  day. 

Joys  w^ithout  number  remain  for  the  ransomed. 
Loved  ones  long  sleeping,  shall  wake  in  that  day; 

And  to  the  heart  that  has  long  been  a-hungered. 
Babes  w^ill  be  clasped,  re-united  for  aye. 

Lord,  haste  the  day  when  the  work  shall  be  over. 
When  all  who  will,  to  this  refuge  have  fled ; 

Blessed  are  those  who  have  mourned,  heavy  hearted. 
They  shall  have  comfort,  the  Master  hath  said. 

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Clje  llobe=lisJ)t  bf  #ome 

Keep  the  love-light  of  home  brightly  burning, 

Trim  its  well  rounded  circle  with  care 
Lest  the  rootlets  of  peacefulness  spuming 

You  2ure  left  in  the  depth  of  despair. 
Chorus 

Keep  the  light,  ever  bright, 

And  an  Eden  on  earth  you  may  claim; 
Keep  the  light,  ever  bright. 

And  an  Eden  in  Heaven  you'll  gain. 

When  the  storm-clouds  of  trouble  surround  you 

And  so  murky  and  dark  grows  the  sky. 
Sure  no  dangers  can  hurt  or  confound  you 

With  the  love-light  of  home  always  nigh. 
Chorus 

Fill  the  heart  of  the  home  with  the  love-light; 

Bear  the  trials,  whatever  befall; 
With  your  eyes  ever  turned  toward  the  Master, 

For  He  loveth  and  careth  for  all. 
Chorus 

And  at  length  when  the  journey  is  over. 

And  the  burdens  at  last  are  laid  down. 
Then  the  "Home-land"  at  last  we'll  discover. 

And  our  crosses  we'll  change  for  a  crown. 
Chorus 

Keep  the  light,  ever  bright, 

And  an  Eden  on  earth  you  shall  claim 
Keep  the  light,  ever  bright, 

'Till  the  Eden  in  Heaven  you  gain. 

^^ 

Oh,  boundless  sea,  with  your  sunlit  waves. 

And  ever  restless  motion. 
Tell  me  about  your  hidden  caves 

Thou  great  and  tireless  ocean. 

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A  little  maid,  as  she  strolled  along, 
Passed  by  a  field  of  blooming  clover; 

The  larks  were  singing  their  sweetest  song, 
And  butterflies  fluttered  the  wide  field  over. 

Oh,  happy  the  maid  on  that  summer  day. 
And  her  young  voice  joined  with  the  birds 
in  singing, 

And  birds  and  bees  and  butterflies 

Went  a  joyous  flight  through  the  ether  winging. 

But  away  to  school  ran  the  little  maid. 
Her  face  alight  with  the  joy  of  living. 

Her  sun-browned  cheeks  bore  the  hue  of  health, 
But  her  soul  cried  out  to  be  used  in  giving. 

She  gave  her  all,  it  was  only  a  song. 

But  it  helped  to  cheer  a  soul  sad-hearted; 

She  gave  her  influence  to  right  a  wrong. 
And  hearts  w^ere  touched  w^hile  teardrops 
started. 

Only  a  woman  grown  old  and  gray. 

No  gold  in  her  toil-worn  hands  to  proffer. 

But  a  heart  that  longed,  for  many  a  day. 

To  bring  some  gift  though  she'd  naught  to  offer. 

But  an  earnest  prayer  to  the  one  above, 

And  a  tear  for  the  sad  and  sighing, 
A  helping  hand,  and  a  work  of  love. 

To  the  poor  who  were  sick  and  dying. 

No  wealth  had  she  for  the  needy  ones. 

Or  talents  grand  and  glowing. 
But  a  tender  pity  for  those  who'd  sinned, 

And  a  heart  w^ith  love  overflowing. 

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'^ije  <J^lb  iFire  l^late 


'Twas  built  in  the  side  of  the  old  log  house. 
And  its  bosom  sent  out  a  cheery  light, 

From  the  hickery  logs  on  the  andirons  piled, 

And  laughed  when  the  shadows  took  their  flight. 

From  the  open  door  when  storms  were  high. 
And  snow-drifts  heaped  the  ground  with  white, 

Its  blcize  reaching  out  to  the  wanderer, 

Shed  a  ruddy  gleam  through  the  darksome  night. 

Within  its  bright  and  pleasant  glow 

A  happy  band  of  children  played; 
A  father  loved  its  warmth  to  know, 

When  softly  came  the  evening  shade. 

A  mother's  gentle  face  a-beam 

With  love-light,  views  her  jewels  fair, 

And  over  all  the  fire-light  gleams 

And  sheds  its  radiance  rich  and  rare. 


*     *     *     * 


But  gone  are  all  those  happy  days; 

Scattered  the  loved  ones  far  and  wide, 
O'er  many  lands  and  toilsome  ways 

On  desert  drear,  or  mountain  side. 


Yet  often,  in  the  stress  and  gloom 

That  cheerful  fire-light  seems  to  glow. 

And  call  us  back  to  friends  and  home- 
That  light  we  nevermore  shall  know. 

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'Cije  Hibeg  of  a  O^itp 

From  my  window  I  look  on  a  city, 

When  the  shadows  of  evening  come  down, 

And  look  on  the  streets  all  a  glitter  w^ith  lights 
And  sadly  I  muse  on  the  town. 

The  storm-clouds  grow  dark  in  the  Heavens, 

But  still  the  lights  flicker  and  gleam, 
Unheeding  the  pattering  raindrops  that  fall. 

Which  myriads  of  jewels  seem. 

And  I  think  of  the  homes  of  the  city 

Where  hearts  beam  with  gladness  and  love, 

While  others  are  sad  and  despondent  tonight, 
Not  a  glimpse  of  light  from  above. 

Not  a  ray  of  hope  in  the  darkness 

To  dispel  this  earth's  sorrow  and  night, 

'Till  a  voice  softly  w^hispers,  "O,  come  unto  me. 
And  for  darkness  I'll  give  to  you  light. 

"And  for  sorrow  shall  joy  be  your  portion 

For  sickness,  health  speedily  come; 
If  you  leave  off  your  hardness  and  sinning, 

You  shall  dwell  in  that  glorious  home. 

"You  shall  eat  of  the  fruit  of  the  Life  tree. 
And  shall  see  the  dear  Saviour  who  died 

To  offer  a  ransom  for  all  who  will  come 
To  the  One  who  was  crucified." 

And  I'm  glad  when  I  look  on  the  city 

That  there's  some  w^ho  will  heed  the  call. 

And  come,  while  the  door  of  His  mercies  stands  wide. 
And  there's  pardon  and  cleansing  for  all. 

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M  Cijilb'g  Mtmoviti  of  a  ^torm 

I 

The  day  was  sweltering,  the  earth  was  dry, 

And  curling  corn  leaves  hoarsely  cry. 

And  lift  their  tassels,  athirst  for  rain. 

All  parched  were  the  whitening  fields  of  grain, 

The  sands  were  hot  to  the  children's  feet. 

And  silence  o'er  nature  reigned  complete. 

II 

A  sudden  rumble!     The  clouds  roll  high, 
And  dim  and  darken  the  earth  and  sky, 
While  vivid  lightnings  flash,  and  pale, 
And  race  before  the  rising  gale. 
A  distant  mutter!     A  moaning  sound! 
And  raindrops  patter  upon  the  ground. 

Ill 
Still  nearer  and  nearer  the  storm  clouds  roll. 
Until,  in  rapture,  my  very  soul 
Transported,  views  the  wondrous  sight 
Of  warring  elements  in  their  might. 
A  sound  as  though  Heaven  and  earth  were  rent. 
And  the  floods  to  their  furies  are  giving  vent. 

IV 
To  Heaven's  reservoir,  opened  wide 
To  usher  in  a  foaming  tide 
Of  pent  up  power;  a  lull,  and  then 
A  fiercer  blast  rushed  by,  as  when 
In  ancient  days  the  waters  rose 
And  overwhelmed  God's  sinful  foes. 

V 

From  hill  to  hill  the  thunders  roar 
And  dashing  torrents  downward  pour. 
A  sudden  crahl  a  tearing  sound  ! 

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The  mighty  forces  shake  the  ground 
Like  tramp  of  armies  in  deadly  strife, 
When  brave  men  struggle  for  very  life. 

VI 
A  sycamore  tree  stands  rent  and  torn 
By  a  bolt  which  the  storm-clouds  breast  had  borne. 
And  then,  as  spent  by  their  mad  career 
Afar  in  the  distance  they  disappear. 
And  the  sun  looks  down  on  the  freshen'd  earth 
As  though  a  new  Eden  were  given  birth. 

VII 
And  thus  I  see  in  clouds  which  lower 
An  emblem  of  God's  mighty  pow^er; 
And  hear  His  voice  through  tempests  roar 
Speaking  peace,  as  He  spoke  in  days  of  yore, 
And  an  emblem  true  will  the  promise  hold, 
A  bow^  in  the  clouds  to  my  eyes  unfold. 

aione 

Alone,  and  we  have  walked  life's  path 

For  more  than  forty  peaceful  years. 
And  now,  no  more  his  voice  I  hear. 

Although  I  seek  him  oft  with  tears. 
For  he  is  gone  from  out  my  life, 

No  more  to  answ^er  to  my  call; 
I  speak  his  name  before  I  think, 

And  there  is  silence,  that  is  all. 
For  he  is  sleeping  his  last  sleep 

Which  knows  no  change  till  Jesus  come; 
Ah,  glad  would  I,  w^ere  my  w^ork  o'er — 

Sleep  by  his  side  at  set  of  sun. 
I  must  not  mourn  for  loved  ones  gone, 

Others  are  needing  me  today; 
With  faith  and  prayer,  I'll  journey  on. 

Nor  grieve  too  sore  along  the  way. 

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For  that  great  day  will  soon  be  here; 

We'll  clasp  our  dear  ones,  ne'er  to  part 
Rejoice!  we  know  His  coming's  near, 

This  truth  shall  strengthen  my  sad  hesui:. 


Hutumn  Heabeg 

The  woods  are  bright  with  a  scarlet  flame, 

Or  with  gold  and  green  are  dressed, 
While  the  cricket  chants  a  funeral  dirge 

As  he  hides  in  the  earth's  cold  breast. 
And  far  away  rings  the  farewell  note 

Of  birds,  who  their  homes  must  leave, 
And  wing  their  way  to  the  sunny  south. 

Though  our  hearts  they  sadly  grieve. 


The  autum  leaves  play  a  merry  tune. 

As  they  eddy  round  and  round, 
'Till  at  last  with  a  flip  and  a  merry  slip 

They  softly  fall  to  the  ground. 
But  though  storms  must  come,  and  their  forms  at  last 

Are  lost  in  the  leafy  mold. 
Yet  when  spring-time  comes,  the  forgotten  leai 

May  blossom  in  green  and  gold. 


So  like  the  leaves,  we  are  blithe  and  gay, 

Or  sad,  as  the  rain-drop  comes, 
'Till  our  heart-strings,  touched  by  a  hand  divine. 

Shall  vibrate,  with  joyful  tones. 
The  rhymes  we  sing,  and  the  thoughts  that  spring 

May  sleep  awhile  in  the  mold. 
But  a  brighter,  yes,  and  a  fairer  life 

May  blossom  in  finest  gold. 

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Cf)t  2?urial  of  aiutumn 


The  Autumn  winds  blow  bleak  and  cold, 

But  gaily  the  lambkins  play; 
The  farm-boy  drives  his  flocks  to  their  fold 

As  he  whistles  a  round-de-lay. 

The  yellow  corn  has  been  gathered  in, 

And  piled  in  the  old  corn  crib. 
Like  a  horn  of  plenty  \vith  golden  store, 

*Tis  filled  to  its  topmost  rib- 

The  products  of  farm  and  garden  are  brought 

Through  the  cellar's  open  door, 
Until,  w^ith  potato  and  apple  bins. 

They  reach  from  ceiling  to  floor. 

The  farmer  hies  to  the  old  wood  road, 
And  the  wood  pile  grows  each  day; 

The  horses  strain  with  the  heavy  load. 
Which  sways  on  the  homeward  way. 

For  winter  will  come,  and  the  warm  fire-light 
Must  be  fed  from  the  autumn's  hoard; 

And  old  and  young  will  be  sni/g  and  bright, 
As  they  gather  around  the  board. 

So  the  autumn's  here  and  is  d5ang  fast. 

As  the  dry  leaves  softly  fall. 
And  when  winter  comes  they'll  sleep  at  last 

With  the  beautiful  snow  over  all. 

A  flake  of  snow  comes  eddying  round. 
And  falls  on  the  earth's  cold  breast. 

And  others  follow  it  to  the  ground 
Until  autumn  is  laid  to  rest. 

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How  many  of  those  whom  we  now  behold. 

Whose  faces  we  love  so  well. 
Shall  walk  with  Him  in  the  City  of  Gold 

In  those  mansions  of  glory  dwell. 

Chorus 

How  many  are  they?  How  many  are  they? 
Who  will  join  the  happy  throng 
Which  shall  enter  in  to  the  City's  gates 
And  join  in  the  conqueror's  song. 

How  many  who  walk  through  the  busy  street 

And  join  in  the  jostling  throng 
Shall  with  garments  white  at  the  Master's  feet 

Unite  in  the  glad  new  song? 

How  many  are  those  who  on  pleasure  bent 

On  the  surging  sea  of  life, 
Shall  turn  their  steps  in  the  narrow^  way 

As  they  go  through  this  w^orld  of  strife? 

How  many  will  seek  from  the  crowds  that  pass 
Some  gems  for  the  Saviour's  crow^n. 

Who  for  you  and  me  on  Calvary's  tree 
His  wonderful  life  laid  down? 

Shall  we  be  ready  for  our  Lord  to  see 
And  to  hear  His  words  "Well  Done," 

To  see  His  smile  and  to  hear  Him  say, 
"Come  enter  my  glorious  home?" 

Only  a  kind  word  spoken 

Only  a  gentle  deed, 
But  it  showed  the  way  to  Jesus 

To  one  who  was  sore  in  need. 

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Cljc  t©onbcrs  of  O^ut  of  l^oorsi 


I  love  the  country,  full  and  free, 

Where  we  can  breathe  the  freshest  air, 
Where  wonders  manifold  w^e  see, 

For  there  is  beauty  everywhere. 
I  walk  through  fields  and  woods  close  by, 

Bright  flowers  adorn  the  w^ays  I  go, 
And  clinging  tendrils  charm  the  eye, 

*Tis  lovely,  for  God  made  it  so. 

Such  tiny  flowers  I  picked  one  day. 

So  delicate,  yet  wondrous  fine. 
And  perfected,  in  every  w^ay. 

For  He  who  made  them  is  divine. 
Each  spire  of  grass  that  nature  weaves, 

Into  a  carpet  for  our  feet. 
All  clinging  moss  and  verdant  leaves 

Are  emblems  of  the  Infinite. 

And  w^hen  I  think  of  His  great  pow^er 

That  formed  the  atom  and  the  oak, 
The  mountains  w^hich  above  us  tow^er, 

The  birds  and  bees,  to  being  spoke; 
Unfathomed,  all  these  wonders  are 

The  stars  of  Heaven,  the  mighty  sea, 
His  loving  thought  and  tender  care, 

How  wondrous  He  should  think  of  me. 

He  deigns  to  own  us  as  His  friends. 

Co-workers  with  Him  in  the  soil. 
By  sweat  of  face  we  gain  our  ends. 

He  blesses  all  our  honest  toil. 
The  growing  grain,  and  ripened  wheat. 

And  fruit  and  vines  for  food  of  man, 
His  helpers,  we,  in  labor  sw^eet 

All  work  together  in  His  plan. 

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a  <aieam  of  TLi^t 

A  light  too  small,  it  seemed,  to  light  the  darkness; 

And  desert  sands  stretched  far  amid  the  gloom; 
But  rays  of  light  shone  out  upon  the  pathway, 

A  beacon  guiding  wanderers  to  their  home. 

A  traveler,  worn  and  tired,  with  the  burden 
That  he  had  carried    many  a  w^eary  day, 

Tookheart,and  hastened  toward  the  light  that  glimmered 
And  shone  invitingly  along  the  way. 

A  feeble  knock,  for  he  was  spent  with  travel; 

The  door  was  opened  at  his  lightest  touch, 
"Come  in  and  rest  thee,"  his  soul  was  w^eary. 

And  so  he  came,  for  he  had  longed  so  much 

To  reach  a  place  of  rest,  and  he  was  hungry. 
And  food  w^ithin  his  w^eary  hands  was  pressed. 

And  water  clear  and  sparkling,  from  a  fountain. 
Refreshed  his  tired  frame  and  gave  him  rest. 

But,  best  of  all,  he  found  a  light  set  burning. 
That  lighteth  every  man  this  w^orld  within, 

And  drank  his  fill  beside  the  Living  Fountain, 
Which  cleansed  and  purified  from  every  sin. 

The  Bread  of  Life  he  ate,  then  went  rejoicing, 
To  scatter  light  of  life  to  those  in  need; 

In  darkest  spots  of  earth  a  beacon  lighting. 
In  barren  wastes  to  scatter  precious  seed. 

He  tells  earth's  lonely  ones,  that  soon  the  coming 
Of  One  who  died  for  sin  to  set  men  free 

Will  be  revealed,  and  those  who  love  the  Master 
Shall,  happy,  in  His  Kingdom  ever  be. 

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^uti)  H  l©ontierful  ^abiour 

A  wanderer,  I,  upon  the  desert, 
No  light  to  guide  me  through  the  gloom; 
The  clouds  were  dark  around  my  pathway, 
And  naught  but  death  my  rightful  doom. 

When  through  the  tempest 

I  heard  my  Saviour 

His  sad  voice  calling. 

The  night  was  falling: 

Like  sweetest  music 

The  invitation 

In  gentle  accents, 

"Child,  come  home." 

I  came  to  Jesus,  broken-hearted. 
And  in  His  love  He  pardoned  me; 
And  now  from  earthly  joys  I've  parted, 
For  by  His  grace  He  set  me  free. 

I  go  rejoicing — 

The  way  seems  brighter. 

And  all  before  me 

The  path  grows  lighter, 

And  full  of  gladness 

I'll  follow  onward, 

I'll  follow  Jesus 

All  the  w^ay. 

The  world  may  call  me  with  its  trifles. 
Its  pleasures  lure,  but  to  destroy; 
I've  found  a  precious  friend  in  Jesus, 
And  joys  of  earth  are  but  alloy. 

Oh  come  and  test  Him 

And  be  forgiven, 

For  soon  in  glory 

He  comes  from  heaven; 

He's  gently  pleading 

While  mercy  lingers, 

"Come,  poor  sinners. 

Come  to  me." 

79 


Ctoo  Wtabtvi 


A  weaver  sits  by  her  loom  and  works 
Her  hands  fly  swiftly  the  whole  day  long 

Through  storm  and  calm,  she  never  shirks, 
And  her  shuttle  sings  a  merry  song. 


And  even  bright  colors  or  dark  she  weaves 
Over  and  over  the  w^hole  day  through; 

'Till  at  last  her  task  is  done;  and  she  leaves 
Her  loom,  the  finishing  off  to  do. 


She  ties  the  threads,  and  she  snips  the  ends, 
Until  at  last  it  is  smooth  and  neat. 

Then  smiles,  as  she  view^s  her  finished  work. 
And  joys,  her  labor  is  now  complete. 


And  I  thought  of  the  master.  His  work  are  we; 

He  holds  the  shuttle.  He  weaves  each  strand; 
And  the  dark  and  light  in  our  lives  may  be 

To  make  us  fit  for  that  better  land. 


Sometimes  impatient  we  may  become. 
Too  much  of  the  darkness  woven  in, 

"Too  little  of  sunshine,"  w^e  sadly  moan; 
But  so  it  will  be  in  this  w^orld  of  sin. 


Let  dark  clouds  gather,  there's  always  light 
Behind  their  rim,  w^here  He  hides  His  face. 

There'll  be  welcome  home,  and  a  glory  bright. 
To  those  who  through  darkness  His  love 
can  trace. 

80 


I've  heard  the  story  told  so  oft, 

But  yet  'tis  ever  new, 
The  story  of  our  blessed  Lord 

Who  died  for  me  and  you. 
And  to  His  Father  did  ascend, 

Bright  mansions  to  prepare; 
And  if  we're  faithful  here  below 

We  soon  shall  meet  Him  there. 

That  land  with  living  water  flows, 

And  trees  are  fresh  and  green: 
And  flowers  with  fragrance  fill  the  air. 

And  bright  the  golden  sheen 
Of  fruitful  fields  of  waving  grain; 

Naught  can  on  earth  compare 
With  joys  our  Saviour  has  in  store, 

For  those  who  meet  Him  there. 

I  long  to  see  His  blessed  face. 

And  hear  the  ransomed  sing 
All  praise  and  honor  to  His  name. 

While  heaven's  arches  ring. 
Let's  join  the  ranks  of  workers  here. 

And  faithful  servants  prove, 
Then  sing,  "All  hail!"  when  Jesus  comes 

In  glory  from  above. 

Set  your  \¥ork  high,  nor  deign  to  stoop 

To  grosser  things  of  earth. 
If  failures  come,  then  rise  again 

And  make  them  stepping-stones  to  worth; 
Be  God's  great  love  your  hope  and  joy. 

And  faith  your  guiding  star,  my  boy. 

81 


Congetration 


Not  to  sit  down  with  folded  hands 

To  wait  the  Lord's  anointing, 
But  with  feet  well  shod  and  armor  bright 

To  do  the  Lord's  appointing. 

To  work  while  'tis  day  in  the  harvest  field 

To  go  w^ith  a  faith  undaunted, 
To  suffer  or  die  if  so  He  wills. 

This  is  the  service  wanted. 

None  who  "stand  idle  all  the  day" 

Will  have  sheaves  for  the  Master's  pleasure; 

So  up  and  w^ork!  He  calls,  aw^ay. 
With  overflowing  measure. 

Filled  with  the  Holy  Spirit's  power. 
Vanished  all  doubts  and  sighing. 

His  will  be  done,  from  this  very  hour 
Our  all  on  the  altar  lying. 


A  sluggish  pond  lay  in  its  nest 

Around  rose  hills,    with  trees  bestead, 

Pale  w^ater  lillies  on  its  breast 

Their  roots  dug  deep  in  slimy  mud. 

Yet  up  from  the  filth  to  God's  sun  light. 

Stands  a  beautious  flower  so  pure  and  white. 

Some  people  there  are  that  believe  in  luck. 
But  the  kind  that  seems  best  to  me 

Is  not  by  a  horse-shoe  symbolized. 
But  is  luck  prefixed  by  a  "  P  ". 

82 


From  far  off  lands  still  comes  the  cry 

Of  many  people  calling; 
They  bow  them  down  to  wood  and  stone 

Prone  on  their  faces  falling. 
And  still  their  cry  rings  out  to  us 

Who  know^  the  gospel  tidings. 
Shall  we  this  message  send  to  them, 

And  ow^n  the  spirits  guidings? 

A  great  reward  aw^aits  the  ones 

Who,  patiently  enduring 
Keep  striving  for  the  promised  prize 

And  turn  from  pleasure's  luring. 
Their  treasure  is  laid  up  above; 

To  do  their  Father's  pleasure 
Is  all  they  ask.     Their  heart  of  love 

Finds  comfort  without  measure. 

They  take  the  message  far  and  near, 

To  distant  plain  and  mountain, 
Their  voice  with  stirring  note  and  clear, 

Points  to  the  cleansing  fountain 
Where  Christ's  own  blood  was  shed  for  all 

(Who  will  accept  salvation), 
The  honest  souls  upon  the  earth 

From  every  tribe  and  station. 

"To  him  who  overcomes  the  world,*' 

The  message  sweet  is  given. 
**A  place  is  promised  on  His  throne" 

And  mansions  fair  in  Heaven. 
To  all  who  love  and  serve  Him  here 

Shall  ope'  the  pearly  portals. 
And  songs  of  victory  shall  cheer 

The  ones  who  reign  immortals. 

83 


Presentation  ^tviti  for  tije  2?itile 

Man's  word  may  fail, 

But  God's  word  stand eth  sure; 
Though  all  else  come  to  naught. 

It  shall  endure. 


Take  and  read  this  precious  casket, 
Filled  with  pearls  of  greatest  worth; 

Heed,  O  heed  its  truths,  I  ask  it; 
Better  they,  than  gems  of  earth. 


Like  a  precious  fountain. 
Pouring  from  its  brink. 

Streams  of  living  w^ater. 
Where  we  all  may  drink. 


May  this  precious  Bible  be 

A  token  of  God's  love  for  thee; 

May  its  truths  to  thee  be  blest. 
In  giving  thee  eternal  rest. 


Accept  this  treasure,  friend  of  mine. 
And  search  its  pages  o'er; 

A  lamp  to  light  those  feet  of  thine 
Unto  the  other  shore. 


Away  in  the  grand  old  mountains, 

Afar  from  earth's  busy  strife, 
Thus  in  the  heart  of  nature 

Shall  my  nesdings  begin  their  life; 
The  trees  of  forest  ever 

An  inspiration  will  be, 
My  heart  shall  be  saddened  never 

With  all  these  beauties  to  see. 

So  we  builded  a  home  in  the  greenwood. 

And  my  nestlings  were  given  me. 
And  day  by  day  were  nourished 

Their  lives  so  lovingly. 
Life  could  not  be  quite  sordid 

With  so  many  things  to  love, 
With  the  beauteous  mountains  round  us 

And  with  God's  sweet  sky  above. 

And  often  in  early  morning. 

As  I  looked  from  our  cottage  door, 
I  could  see  the  mountain  ranges 

Wrapped  in  their  mantle  hoar. 
And  ever  the  massive  redwoods 

Their  tall  spires  pointing  above, 
A  grand  and  wonderful  temple 

All  proving  our  God  is  love. 

And  the  music  of  the  pine  trees 

And  the  giant  redwoods  tall 
Were  atuned  to  the  harps  of  heaven. 

And  I  loved  them,  loved  them  all; 
The  flowers  in  the  garden  whispered 

Of  the  love  that  never  fails. 
And  the  songsters  sang  their  sweetest 

In  their  quiet  woodland  vales. 

85 


The  mountains  still  are  guarding. 

Though  rent  by  earthquake  shock, 
The  valley  and  flowing  streamlet. 

But  my  heart  it  mindeth  not, 
For  the  ones  who  blessed  our  table 

And  brightened  our  cottage  door 
Have  taken  their  place  in  life's  battle. 

And  the  children  return  no  more. 

For  a  time  my  heart  shall  hunger. 

And  my  longing  eyes  grow  dim, 
But  when  earth's  last  sheaves  are  gathered 

Then  they  will  be  welcomed  in; 
The  toil  and  strife  all  over. 

All  the  sin  and  heartache  past. 
Then  there  will  be  joyful  meetings 

When  the  Home  Call  sounds  at  last. 

*Tis  said  that  in  November 
There  comes  a  special  day 

In  which  we  should  be  thankful 
With  all  our  hearts  alway. 

And  this  is  as  it  should  be, 
This  custom  of  good  cheer, 

To  praise  the  bounteous  Giver 
For  blessings  of  the  year. 

So  we  won't  forget  Him, 

The  author  of  us  all; 
*Tis  surely  right  and  proper 

To  keep  it  every  fall. 


Tis  fine  to  meet  with  loved  ones 
Around  our  humble  boards, 

And  naught  on  earth  can  equal 
The  joy  that  home  affords. 

The  home-made  bread  and  butter; 

O,  how  the  moments  fly. 
When  at  the  table  seated 

We  eat  the  pumpkin  pie! 

And  taste  the  cakes  and  apples 
And  num'rous  other  things. 

And  join  the  merry  laughter — 
Time  surely  must  have  wings. 

For  soon  the  day  is  over. 

And  friends  must  part  forsooth; 
But  ever  lingers  with  us. 

To  age  from  early  youth. 

The  joy  of  these  reunions; 

The  blessings  which  they  bring, 
The  lowly  home  and  loved  ones 

Are  coveted  by  kings. 

I  think  each  day  should  bring  us 
A  glad  thanksgiving  time; 

For  O,  His  love  and  mercies 
From  day  to  day  are  mine. 

And  so  from  year's  commencement 

Until  December's  old. 
We  all  have  cause  to  thank  Him 

For  blessings  manifold. 

87 


Wiitn  3esu0  Comeg 

No  heart  shall  ache  when  Jesus  comes; 

We'll  all  be  gathered  home; 
No  sad  heart  break  when  Jesus  comes; 

We'll  all  be  gathered  home; 
No  tear  drops  dim  our  waking  eyes, 
No  sound  of  grief  or  sorrow's  sighs, 
But  rapturous  songs  shall  fill  the  skies; 

We'll  all  be  gathered  home. 

No  death's  cold  wave  when  Jesus  comes; 

We'll  all  be  gathered  home; 
No  lonely  grave  w^hen  Jesus  comes; 

We'll  all  be  gathered  home; 
No  long  farewell,  the  fond  heart  crushed, 
No  sad  refrain,  "dust  unto  dust;" 
But  glorious  meeting  with  the  just; 

We'll  all  be  gathered  home. 

O,  glorious  time  when  Jesus  comes! 

We'll  all  be  gathered  home; 
O  sight  sublime!  when  Jesus  comes. 

We'll  all  be  gathered  home. 
O,  hasten  on,  great  day  so  blest. 
And  bring  the  saint's  eternal  rest! 
O,  let  me  hide  in  Jesus'  breast. 

When  we  are  gathered  home. 


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At  The  Master's  Feet 23 

Almost  Home  .--._.  29 

At  His  Coming    -  -  -  -  -  -  -43 

An  Outing     .--.--.  51 

Asleep      -------.67 

Alone  -  -  -  -  -  --  73 

Autumn  Leaves  -  -  -  -  -  -      74 

Burial  of  Autumn,  The  -  -  -  -  -      75 

Comfort  -.-.--.12 

Compensation  ------  23 

Come,  Lord  Jesus  -  -  -  -  -  -      38 

Comfort,  (To  A  Friend)      -----  43 

Call  to  Service,  A  -  -  -  -  -.57 

Children's  Song        ------  62 

Child's  Memories  of  A  Storm,  A         -  -  -  -      72 

Consecration  ------  §2 

Day  Dawns         -------  35 

Divine  Artist,  The    ------  46 

Day  of  His  Coming,  The          -           -           -           -           -  51 

Dusty  Road,  A------  58 

Expected  Guest,  The  ------  8 

Going  Home  Together  ------  g 

Great  Consumation,  The     -----  25 

Garden  in  Fact  and  Fancy,  The           -           -           -           -  28 

Gospel  Message        ------  49 

Girlie 60 

Gleam  of  Light,  A------  78 

Homesick  ------.30 

Hope  -._....  36 

He  is  Coming  Again      -  -  -  -  -  -      44 

He's  Coming  ------  50 

Heart  of  Love     ------_63 

How  Many     -------  76 

Home  Beyond,  The     -  -  -  -  -  -      81 


I  Know  Not 21 

In  the  Books             ---._.  32 

Independence  Ode          -           -           -           -           -           -  42 

Just  Write  a  Letter  Home            -           .           .           .  27 

Joy  of  My  Lord,  The 36 

Jesus  is  Coming  Again        -----  54 

Just  Fifty  Years            -_.-..  65 

Light  Cometh     --.-...  24 

Looking  Forward     ------  40 

Lines  on  Anniversary    -           -           -           -           -           -  55 

Lighting  a  Candle    ------  66 

Love-Light  of  Home,  The         -           -           -           -           -  68 

Lives  of  a  City,  The 71 

My  Michigan       -  -  -  -  --  -7 

My  Heaven  Land     ------  14 

Motherless           -------  26 

My  Guardian  Angel             -----  31 

Memories  -  -  -  -  -  -  -56 

Master's  Call,  The               -           .           -           -           -  59 

No  Half  Hearted  Service 20 

Our  Boys            -------  6 

Our  Mountain  Home            -----  H 

Only  a  Tramp 33 

Only  a  Little  Flower           -----  52 

Our  Baby             -------  66 

Only    -           -           - 69 

Old  Fire  Place,  The 70 

Overcomers,  The      ------  83 

Protected        -------  9 

Part  of  the  Ways,  The 18 

Pleasure  Missed,  A        -           -           -           -           -           -  64 

Presentation  Verses  from  the  Bible         -           -           -  84 


Redeeming  the  Time    - 

Snow  Lesson,  The 
Story  Ever  New,  The 
String  of  Pearls,  A 
Sabbath  Walk,  A     - 
Signs  of  His  Coming 
Such  A  Wonderful  Saviour 

Trust 

To  a  Missionary's  Bride 

Tested      - 

To  a  Bride      - 

That  Beautiful  Home     - 

To  the  Little  Ones    - 

Thouhgts  of  Mother 

Two  Weavers 

When  Mother  Tucked  Us  In 
What  I  Saw 
Wee  Stranger,  The 
Wonders  of  the  Out  of  Doors 


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